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The Thread Between Us
The street moves beneath us,
shifting without command,
we say we walk freely,
but the road has already been carved.
Someone chose its shape
long before our steps left their weight.
A voice rises, measured, cautious, another shouts before listening—
the argument swells, ripples outward, each side gripping their claim
like dry earth clinging to rain.
What if the road is neither theirs nor ours?
What if we pull too hard,
and the thread between us frays?
This world tilts in fractions,
some lean into history,
others push toward tomorrow—
the balance flickers,
a candle resisting the wind.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Deep thought here Cryptic although many meanings are possible it seems to me to speak of humanity as a whole and the conflict amongst humans even though it is written more personally about what appears to be just two people. I particularly like the last stanza ( the balance flickers a candle resisting the wind) Such a vivid visual image that says so much. A fave
I like that one art as well! Thanks Soren🙏🏻🕊️
This raises a profound question about free will and wether it exists or not.Made me think.Excellent
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