Books - Antillectual

Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today

To talk about a book we loved to death

Reflecting on the message of the pen

Its stories read over and over again

But this book is not just about somewhere else

Starring each and every single one of us

Pages filled with our own memories, masterplans

Never forgotten, no not ever and ever again

It’s up to us to write the sequel, It’s up to us to live unfinished stories

As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one

Sadly enough some books are no longer near

Before we finish them they seem to have disappeared

Or you find out they have an open end

When you turn the last page over and over again

It’s up to us to write the sequel, It’s up to us to live unfinished stories

The future is unwritten, let’s try to write

It’s up to us to write the sequel, It’s up to us to live unfinished stories

As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one

But as with everything, when books get older their pages crumble

Blank spots, dried out ink, when books get older they disassemble

But as with everything, when we get older we start to stumble

Blind eyes, dried out skin, what is left are the words and what we’ll remember