So Much Likes Strands of Straw

The moments that compose our lives
So much like strands of straw
And how hard we try
To keep the pieces collected in one place so nicely
Not bound so tight as to restrict their natural inclinations to remain distinct
Neither left to float at the whim of the wind

Sometimes I
Grow so tired of keeping them all together
And wonder
What would be left of me
Were I to just let go
And watch the moments

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