Spinning threads through the days
The mind starts weaving, building
We make the stories of our lives
Constructing the tapestry of fantasy
To leave our mark
Future people will read
The legends of our times
We disguise unwelcome truth
With the coloured threads of wish
And always, since the beginning
We paint legacy with agenda
Writing the life we want
Not the life we have
This was quite a lovely poem!
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