12 June 2012
If life was a ball of string, Unraveling as we go, A trail of a twisted, cotton thing, Everyday we'd see it grow.
We walk around oblivious, Our ball of string so fine, Always lengthening behind us, A story told in twine.
When our life crosses another, A tangle may occur, They may become a lover, Or friend, via a knotted blur.
A world of matted cord, All lives linked together, Steadily moving onward, On life's long tether.
Ball Of String • Opuss № I