• Spin the needle, sew the thread,
    a single mistake and I'll be dead.
    The silver strings of life and love,
    emotionless movements pull and shove.
    Twisting, turning, I cannot see;
    none of which are made freely.
    Mindless movement, blind devotion,
    controlled by one without commotion.
    You let me fall, then turn away,
    and as I lay I hear you say--
    --I'll live again another day...