#InvisibleThreads #Contest

There are no invisible strings,
no angel's guarding wings;
there's only consequence,
patterns and sequence.
The result of my actions.
My attempt at distractions.
We are here, full of fears,
resentments and tears
all because of me.
I wonder what you'd be
had it not been for this year.
I don't think I'm supposed to be here.

I don't think I'm supposed to be here.
I don't think I'm supposed to be here.
There are no strings; I led the way.
My own actions have brought you astray.
I don't think you're supposed to be here.
I don't think you're supposed to be here.


*Thank you to @manwithoutself for sharing this app with me.


© Kieran James Bunn