The Life Cycle of a Ball of Yarn
The top of a hill was my starting point
I could see my whole world laid out from above
My yarn tightly knitted into a hard ball
I rolled over mountains and through waterfalls
I started to wonder if I’d ever find
a path that would bring me peace of mind?
Suddenly I saw you - majestic and bright
I rolled to get closer and hinted a smile!
You leaped for the final and ran out of yarn
The end of the line - your tip touching mine
I followed your trail perhaps to find out
If you were the one I was destined to find
The roads you roamed through hell and back
looked perfectly straight from the start of your track.
...which sadly turned out to be the end of mine.
