Twisted together in a confused mass

Somehow that’s how our lives have become

There is a beginning to life, and

without any doubt, there will be an end

But the course of our journey

although linear in time

rarely traces a straight path

from birth to grave


How come all those loops in the rope?

What caused these coils and snags

Knots have formed without our intervention

It seems that the threading occurred all by itself

We seem quite helpless to unravel the mass

But perhaps we are not meant for

the straight and narrow, and life would be dull indeed

without the warp and weft of constant change


Ken Fisher

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