You and I are like the ends
of shoelaces.
Twisting and dancing
on the surfaces we know.
Sometimes our paths will cross
and one might seem higher
than the other.
Things always come around
as life leaves us the holes
to fit through.
This far into our journey
we seem so far apart.
Our dance through life will see
us collide together and
let the knot be tied at last.
I may end up on your side
and you upon mine,
but that is how two crossed threads
seem to wind up when they return
again as one.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
You and I are like the ends
of shoelaces.
Twisting and dancing
on the surfaces we know.
Sometimes our paths will cross
and one might seem higher
than the other.
Things always come around
as life leaves us the holes
to fit through.
This far into our journey
we seem so far apart.
Our dance through life will see
us collide together and
let the knot be tied at last.
I may end up on your side
and you upon mine,
but that is how two crossed threads
seem to wind up when they return
again as one.
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