• Life Written

    If life was set in stone or written down
    What would life spell
    Would my head spin round and round
    Or would I just yell…

    If we were to know what life means
    Our answers would be the same.
    No matter how long the book and wide the stone,
    Bloodshed would rain
    And I see, the light
    Composing a show
    It streams the night
    Calling to what we know
    As life, it’s unknown

    There are no words, to describe
    What cannot be said
    Chaos would rain
    If we brang
    life to be read
    No matter the ink or if stone were gold
    Paings of love and death whispers old
    What would be told?
    Or how would we know?
    These things did exist

    Either evil or good it be
    We wouldn’t read the words
    Because life occurs
    And comes to be
    The same place it began
    The book, be burnt
    And the stone, in brook
    Already thrown
    Would be no more
    And no longer known
    And we can know no more
    And we can know no more
    And we can know no more
    Life written, and then known no more
    (life written and the known no more)