This string of mine,
Of ours.
That leads away to the distance
Bright and lacking detail
Hazy phantoms down a sun drenched track
And shadows flitting in a back street
From the corner of an eye

Knotted and tight in a cavity of my chest
This string of mine
Knotted and messed
Interwoven and tangled with the strings of others
Caught in branches and under doors
Crossing streets and bodies of water
And leading us into temptation
Or not

This string of ours
Some long, some not
Some snapped before we begin
Snipped or sliced by an unseen blade
Some thick and heavy or frail and weak
But leading us all with a common thread

String of time.