Scribbles.
We are all merely scribbles amongst
black and inky towers on a blank canvas.
We are fragments of time,
pawns in a heavenly game
of give and take.
Destiny is a cruel and jealous mistress,
slowly she teaches the difference
between faith and belief.
Yet too late we come to know
all we think we know
is just a celestial hoax.
So listen to your place my man
and learn your manners well,
Or you will soon fall under
dissapointment's spell.
Numbers are only numbers,
Words are only words,
And scribbles are only scribbles.
