A String Pull Away

Do we cry a thousand tears

or die a thousand deaths?

Do we live in shadows

and bury our hearts in sand?

Do we control the heart that beats

or the blood that rushes through?

Do we live in fiction worlds

that only a mass of fiber conceives?

and forget a bigger world

that longs for our eyes to see?

The blinds are only a string pull away.

Allison Ashton©