time is an unraveling ball of yarn

you can penetrate any place you go,
as long as you want to,
you can find any spot on the string,
and dangle in space or time,
imitate everyone you know,
it doesn't matter to me,
you're just another layer on top of him,
on top of me, what a waste of string.
i saw you standing there,
inside a paper cup,
rain water up to your knees,
and your place on the string,
stretching across the rim,
across the universe,
putting you on top of the earth,
but it doesn't change my world,
it's all about me, it's all mine,
and that's all i can hear.
so just let it be, it already is,
it always was, always will be,
like a rolling stone,
like a rolling white cloud,
like a rolling drop of rain,
like a rolling clap of thunder,

like a rolling ball of yarn.