I’m a shoelace, long and thick..
Holding up universal shoes together, makes me sick ..
I outgrew the shoe that I came with ..
Have been looking to hold up since ..
My pointed beginnings have begun to shred ..
The plastic’s come off and I am all naked ..
It takes time off late to fit into the shoe holes ..
Twists, turns and pulls, with some of me below the sole ..
I can barely manage to hold it all together ..
Muddy roads and dark streets ..
Rain and snow and earthy creeks ..
I travel with the shoe that I pass holes through ..
My own texture is barely of any value ..
I am a shoelace, long and thick ..
I have travelled through time but I couldn’t remain sleek ..
I unwrapped and so did my own threads ..
Long since I craved for a single piece of my own bread ..
I stayed at doors, I went through washing machines ..
I bore the grind, the pain and the suffering ..
Some complained I was tight and some said I was loose ..
I was knotted twice, thrice and many folds..
But my own break points couldn’t be sold..
I could never be as clean and spot on ..
As the day I came in the box with my own shoe on!