Strung Together

A string ignored becomes a hopeless knot.
We never took stock of our own lot.
We only counted what he hadn’t got,
We twisted and turned and thickened the plot.

But I can recall a simple time,
The only thing I had on my mind:
Was getting everything aligned
So I was yours and you were mine.

The future we can’t always bend,
But more and more, I think it depends
On grabbing the string at both ends
And pulling until it’s simple again.

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