There’s a thousand threads
All tangled up
No bows or sailors knots
Just jagged, tight ties and seemingly infinite loops.
You can’t tell where each thread goes;
Some to loss
Some to love
To friendship, pain, your past and future.
One goes to you
And I cannot tell where it stops.
People are like tangled threads
You can see the size and color, and even the immediate length.
But you don’t know where it goes
Or where it stops.