Golden Thread
Golden Thread Penned down my thoughts, my muses A story I thought I knew well A song I thought I sang so well A poem I thought I wrote so well Rustled through the pages and the words I glanced through the looking glass What seemed like a fabric of palter Granted me an epiphany for eternity A past carefully woven with a golden thread But through the looking glass, All I saw were callous knots, restless thoughts I saw it come undone And for the for the first time, I knew I was in the wrong. -Gayatri