Reach for the future
Throw back the past

Reach for happiness
Follow subconsciousness

Where are we when
all we understand is here?
What have we when
all we comprehend has gone?

We reach out for human hope
We attempt to track what is not
We reach out for human faith
We try to read a book that has no page

Life is written before us
Each day a new chapter
The climax and plot are twisted into one
Daily ties produce new reasons

Reasons are not meant to be understood
One day they will be clear
One day that has no time or year
On that one fine day we will see
What we were meant and have come to be

Write your book
The book does not write your life