Letting Go, Moving On, and Burning Stuff

a clumsy story written with haste on battered parchment the author unkown the moral, a waste unobservant eyes see only fading ink the colors are bleached the words are blurred the truth, it sinks the pages misplaced nothing makes sense but familiar confusion you will always accept it's worth the expense now burn Your own story so you can finaly breathe you'll soon understand these words you live for don't mean a damn thing