What is that string?
Which binds me with you,
After all those years of abstinence
Why can't we just cut it loose?
Was that something eternal?
Written before we even got this life,
A faded scar in our frail hands,
Or is it something we alone created?
Can it be our destiny?
To be together for a while,
Then separate to make our own ways,
Why do we have to live this way?
Or is it something vague?
With no clear meaning attached to it,
Perhaps nature's idea of a game,
Is death the only end to this pain?