Prisoner of The Fates

Sometimes I forget

that we’re not talking to each other

that you don’t want me

even though you’ve recounted

constant lyrics to me

You’ve pulled me along a thin string

and I almost thought you were Clotho

Like you devised my life

by a simple thread

You measured out the length of

my creation

by weaving your fingers together

I was Lachesis’ puppet

a mere trinket

Until the time was right

for you to become Atropos