Thoughts have a strange way about them;
They twist and turn in your head
UNTIL
You can’t decipher the silk
From the porcelain.

Vines tangling about,
Do you hear my call?
I need you to stop seizing every second of my day.

Aware I remain of my role in your creation
How I wish I could have remained a single particle
In the dusty abyss of stars
Unable to make choices,
Unable to ruin lives.