A brightly colored thread weaves through space
Its color, indescribable
It only knows that it is different
from every other thread

It loops and ducks
It twists and turns
Crossing other threads
Seemingly at random

Sometimes, threads intertwine
And new threads emerge
Sometimes, a thread's journey stops short
It can never know why

Millions of threads
Millions of lives
Twisting and changing
All ignorant of the grand design

To the threads there is no design
No grand scheme
Only the organized chaos
They all call life