If things went Right
you start to imagine
the perfect scenario
and it happens exactly right
everything
turns out right. except the one
little
thing
that snips the thread
and everything
everything unravels
unravels and you can’t catch
catch all the strings
and it all falls apart
and you ask
why
why did I try
and you’re left holding the mangled
ball of thread
and don’t know
how to try
again
This poem is about:
Me
Our world