sticky tape

Who would have thought that I am the sticky tape?

two papers about to tear,

though this sight is not that rare,

why does it bring me this much despair?

Then came along the sticky tape,

trying to salvage this horrible state.

Let us see how it fairs,

in this sick game of fate.

Bound by the chains of the inevitable,

this sticky tape perseveres through,

still finding it somewhat manageable.

But long more can this sticky tape hold?

But then as the sticky tape grew old,

it starts to notice the tear still separating,

but truthfully speaking,

even a blind man could see the sticky tape's grip slipping.

maybe it was already too late,

and nothing can be saved by this sticky tape.

maybe it should succumb to its fate,

as it seems like the only way to set things straight.

maybe it is time to let go off the past,

as good things never seem to last.

looking at this story of three,

and how nonsensical it may be.

everything is fun & games,

until I found out that the sticky tape is me.

Guess I should I have known that I am the sticky tape.