Expectations had I alot,
To reach what could not be seen,
But in the world was I lost,
For nothing but thread had i been.....
A bit lost, a bit insane,
Was what I was called.
In a crowd of millions,
As a fool was I mocked.
But only bits had I seen,
I thout till yet,
For nothing but thread I had been...
Life seemed different now to me,
As many springs had passed,
And many breaths as well.
I was a glimmer now,
With an aglet at the end.
Change i had seen till now alot
As I was now a shoelace of warm thread,
in a lot.
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