I've never been in control,
I’m convinced my life is a weave of intricate threads running atop, around and through the lives of many.
A comfort to some and an irritant to others.
There is no set guideline for how a man should think, but surely there is more to life than the shoemakers loom.
Surely somewhere there is a blueprint, some idea perhaps that can help entwine my threads together.
A firm rope to pull ahead to the future.
Not just a puppet of a shoemaker, with strings that could break at any minute.
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