My ball of twine unravels each day,
And at different intervals,
The string produces different sounds
And different melodies.
And sometimes I want to do something else,
To sing an alternate harmony
From an alternate reality.
And sometimes I do, and sometimes it comes out all wrong.
But sometimes when the clouds
Hold their mouths just right,
I can be perfectly in tune,
And I can sing you a true love song
That has never been heard before.

-jenn