Woven

I was a little thread

With no purpose in this world

Along the way, a needle took me with it

Then other little threads came along...

Before I knew it,  

I was woven into a rug

I don't know now 

Which little thread am I

People come n go

They don't know where I lie,

I feel secure with all the other little threads by my side...

But sometimes I miss being able to fly...

Because I was told I am just a little thread,

With the sole purpose of being woven in time

Now that I have met that purpose

I miss having a purpose in life...