Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Woven

We weave our own fate
by every step we take.
By every breath we take,
by every step we miss,
Our fate we create.


Tied tightly we are to these threads
bound by warp and woof
hands we know not
finger the strength of our lives
and snip the threads

As the string
pools on the floor
only then the tapestry
is reveled
What shall we see?

A masterpiece?
Or misery?