I am undone. My life unravels fast
As all the rotten thread which held it in
Gives way. I watch the scenes which made my past
Uncoil destroying everything that's been.
Too much I did depend upon the woof
And warp of memory to bind my life.
Too often did I hold myself aloof
'Til cut by this so rashly wielded knife.
Now faces me the empty loom of old
The pattern lying tangled at my feet.
To craft again the pretty web I hold
So dear must seem indeed a pointless feat.
But watch as how I take again the thread
And weave anew the fancies in my head.