Play me like a fool

Just like a spool in a sewing machine

Winding me up but how long is a string

You played me the fool

Showed me up

This tightly bound spool

Then pressed the foot

Released my cord

Weaving me through

When you are bored

Creating the seam

For your open wounds

Using my beam

For your tunes

I worry for you

Your mosh mash of thoughts

Missing you heaps

The thread is your words

Come home…