Silk, wool, cotton
Whatever the thread
Life has a way of creating the trend
We the pieces it creates  
Picking different patterns as our fate
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright
But through it all it enjoys our sight  
Life is not fair
But it knows we can bear
Molding us with ever needle it waves  
Picking a start, sewing a million different parts  
Coming together sometimes ripped apart  
Writing our story with every pull and thread
Our story so much to be told
Growing longer and longer
For all it must hold  
Life never stops to take a break
Once it has started it must finish our fate