Looping Lives (tapestry ties)

These ephemeral days will merrily flutter by

in a snap of my fingers, in the blink of an eye

like a bright balloon bobbing boisterously through a stark starless sky

oh, how I dread the day after tomorrow, for then I turn twenty-five....

in the prime of a life a string is snipped short

by scissors of Fate, who does not despair at what She thwart

She cannot remain content with leaving the string wrought

She seeks to reweave it into a tapestry of Her sort

...only a day more is left for me to say goodbye

I do not shed a tear, for why should I cry?

stifled sobs and shattered dream will serve as my reply

though I loathe being a pawn, Her I dare not defy...

a life for a life, a balance is fraught

She smiles as she ties in the final hopeless knot

It will never be able to find what It with such ferocity once sought

She revels in Its despair on seeing It realizes Its efforts were for naught

...a few more hours in this life till I die

oh, how these days have swiftly fluttered by

cursed as I am to never turn twenty-five

a caterpillar never morphing into a free butterfly

this should all soon be over if I just close my eyes...

Its string is a marvel, neither too loose nor too taut

perfect for Her to weave according to Her thought

Its string doesn't fray or wear out as She carefully entwines it in a spot

in the tapestry of the World, its string is as stark as an ink blot

...I feel a snap and a dull throb in me

when I come out kicking and screaming, I know I'm still not free

for every new life and every new beginning starts as a baby

my cycle has begun yet again... is this attempt thirty-three?

with practiced ease, Her hands weave stories and fables

every string stitched over another, every snip a perfect label

oh, how She enjoys this, this masterpiece It enables

She cannot rest till her vision of reality is stable

for creating a perfect world is what She wishes to be able