Threads

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.

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