Bound

A golden thread connects my heart to yours

Inside our secret skins

Magic stitched us together

I travel back in time

Following strands of memory

Get stuck in tangles that loop throughout eternity

Some mighty powerful voodoo

I cut the bindings to free myself

But they come alive and fuse again – stronger

I run away and weave a new life

But find not enough mystical metaphor to convince me twice

And without connection, cannot feel the fabric of myself at all

Either I’m cut, or I’m bound

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