Tear not my knitted heart,
for I walk not on the silk of passion,
but balance on the single thread of life.
For in these forums I bear but sew my well spun thoughts.
Thoughts not of fabric,
thoughts not of denim,
but thoughts that pierce,
pierce sharp like the needle's point.
So spin if you must,
weave if you must,
look into my eye and see,
my yarn has ended.
