With the stroke of a brush

A mark is made,

One that cannot be undone.

The perfection that once resided there

Now, as a result, is gone.

It is impossible to undo what is done.

At least to a full extent.

As one can erase, go over, or retrace,

But in this mark it doesn't make a dent.

Because when that stroke appears on the page...

Something new is irreversibly made.

And as much as you wish, as much as you try...

There are some things that can't be taken back, do you understand why?

Because once that mark is made...

Everything begins.