Fait's Book

a blank notebook

lays open

on someone's desk

 

a new quil

sits happily

besides the notebook

 

a bottle of ink

stands proudly

next to the quil

 

another adventure

waiting desperately

to be written

 

from the first splotch of ink

from the day we are born

someone has been writing us a novel

 

our footsteps

they shape the words

that shapes our lives

 

we grow as the story develops

our footsteps, and those before ours

they form a trail

 

many more lay ahead

the smooth, curveless path comes to a stop

and greets us with meanders and obstacles

 

throughout our stories

we go the way our writer has written

we cannot control a story in which some else had written

 

our author, we know as Fait,

has long decided

which roads we would take

 

Fait decides who we are

Fait decides who we meet

Fait decides who we love

 

our stories continue

with a wave of the quil

when splotches of ink come together

 

and 'til the day Fait's notebook fills

or 'til he no longer knows how to continue the story

we continue to live under his rule

 

and when we are no more

he decides where we shall go

we are all part of Fait's Book

Author's Note

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