We are tied to this world with a fragile ribbon,
The ribbon is life.
Tightly wrapped around us.
Life is God's toy.
Like a Cat's yarn,
Or a dog's ball.
Sometimes it SNAPS.
Like a man's neck,
When they fall.
From stories above us all.
Once ripped,
It is no more.
Soft to touch.
We cannot feel it.
Only when we hold,
A gun,
can we see it.
