Why pull threads
when it's your hands that will get tangled?

The thought of undoing something
gave perhaps great pleasure.

I don't know. I found my resolve
to not worry, or maybe it's to not ask?

The woven piece now just tatters.
It was a nice thought once I suppose.

Ironically, what was once undone can be
put back together in a better way.

You just have to be able to start from
the beginning again. Can you see a
future from something that once was
intertwined before?