Its Mere Journey

When my humble needle began its mere journey

In and out my humble tapestry

I never new I was concocting the clouds

Building the bricks that form the sky

Forging the future

But I never knew

That one day

Or one night

I would fall through

The clouds I concocted

The bricks I built

The future I forged

And land in the past

Where I lie now

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