The One Who Knows


In and out the string winds
Forming a tapestry of dreams and aspirations
Snip, snip, snip
It cuts incessantly, always refusing to become one
Yet there are no scissors
There is no knife
But the strings continue to fall
Snip, snip, snip
Constant and steady, devoid of life
The one continues to chip away
But the one is falling behind
The tapestry grows like bacteria,
Multiplying strings exponentially
Unable to choose the withered and aged
The one waves his hand
Hundreds of strings fizzle out of existence
Gone forever in the blink of an eye
But the one is not glad, the one is always crying
For no matter how hard he tries,
The one can't stop cutting the strings

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