THE SPINNING OF THREADS
Some are disillusioned
Some are saddened by their fate
Some dwell upon the past, and the path they did not take
The person they’ve become is different from their dream
A rag doll, a strange doll, something unforeseen
The person they’ve become is a ghostly simple soul
Falling through the clouds
Feeling vague in their faint role
As too we have these thoughts
We all seek altered means
But looking back through time, would you change what has become?
One single different step would change what you have done
Memories of your own
Little fish that swim the pond
Christmas day when you were six
New lives that speak and kiss
They exist because this life is random from your wish
Be at peace with all that is, for fate we cannot know
We are all as one the same
Falling, Floating, Wishing
Like weightless bits of snow
With every wince and blink
Spins the coming threads to sew
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