You were born with needle & thread
in your hands. Your family was choosen.
You were a star birthed from the dark
life. With feet designed for a treasure hunt.

The more you pretend to be something
you are not. The more you"ll dream
thousands of dreams, that mean nothing.
Your lifetime looking for answers,

Became a long while of regret. Must a
tree live his whole life focused on growing
tall. His ego may cause him to forget to
give shade & he will die incomplete.

When you have said, "I am lost". The
shadows whom birthed you will whisper this,
on the most silent of nights. " If the thread
has led you to be lost, then maybe you

are not lost, maybe you are not listening".
This is that story.