Thread

Toiling away time
Until what, I know not
I want to weave it
In and out, following the stiches
And patterns of my dreams
It is a tangled knot
I pull and tug at parts
Hoping to find the end of the thread
When I finally do, I realize that it is over
So I sit surrounded by the tangled thread
It is now my nest
I can no longer weave it into my future
Because the present has come.