Some Strings

There are some strings

I can’t pull

Some strings I can’t master

Yet their beauty beckons to me

Unintentionally teasing me

Unknowingly weaving my sighs

Guitars and hearts

Two things I can’t conquer

Can’t control

Can’t ignore

And if I close my eyes,

Burying my head in the sand

And playing the ostrich,

I am overtaken

Tied up in their strings

Caught and doomed

By my very attempt at escape

And so I get towed along

Tangled up in my daydream

There are some strings

I can’t pull.

TL

8:21pm

8 January 2005

Revised:

3:20am

9 January 2005