In the beginning is the word
Now
The word is made flesh
Now
You are born
Now
You are
Now
You die
Now
Yesterday was not or it would be
Now
See this and you are immortal
Now.
Goodbye old friend
This is the end
For you and me
The path splits here.
You must know
It’s time to go
Old friend, my fiercest foe
Farewell.
It once was fun
To think we’d done
To win and lose
Reject and choose.
But as the youth outgrows the toy
Dearest possession of the boy
We’re through.
How do you write
The story of a million years?
How do you write
The story of a river of tears?
How do you write
The story of eternity?
How do you write
The mystery of you and me?
The whole world’s agroaning and travailing in agony
Aweeping and afearing as it shuffles towards its destiny.
How do you write
The story of this tragic throng?
How do you write?
How do you write?
How can you right what’s wrong?