What stories shall I tell?
What stories have you heard?
I know stories well,
Though this may sound absurd.

I pluck threads from the sky.
I pluck threads from the earth,
And as time passes by,
I weave a brand-new birth.

A story comes alive
When all the threads combine,
And then as one they strive
To find that one last twine,

Completing then the story,
Helping to perfect,
The failure and the glory,
The story I’ll erect.