The ties..

The ties that bind are also the ties that break 

The strings that hold are the exact ones that shake 

There’s a world out there that we are all a part of 

Then there’s a world that we make 

We think it’s a replica, perhaps we want it to be one, somewhere 

It’s this deepening desire of unwoven, unpatterened dreams 

There could have been a better space, another dimension, maybe 

Where the ties exactly stayed as they were meant to be 

But because it is a search of a space, search of a time, and even a search of the very me, 

I feel it’s but obvious to accept the bonds that break, were never meant to be. 

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