A string is No Friend of Mine

At times it seems

that a string 

is far more riveting 

than me.

it can do things

that I’ve 

only dreamed.

it can go unnoticed 

for days, months, 

even years.

What a life 

to be a string.

No pain 

and clear purpose. 

Unquestionable purpose.

Life free of sin 

and greed.

oh

how I envy you

string.

you are innocent

and fragile

and untouched

by the devil’s clenching hand.

you may be

simplicity

and simplicity 

mirrors fidelity

but I am

complexity. 

That’s the difference

between you 

and Me

little string.

and that’s why I 

will never again

let myself believe 

that I am

less important 

than a string.