To the creator in you
Dang, if they only knew.
But you bought a different story
And left undiscovered, it, in all it’s glory.
Here we are today,
Sure, great in it’s own way.
But what about writing a different story?
And what would it say?
The sun rises and sets
And somehow never seems to forget.
Meanwhile, our lives set on repeat,
As if some kind of impressive feat.
But what if I am ready for a new chapter?
Will my story still make sense?
Some of our greatest creations come from a big ol’, stinkin’ mess.