What was once a straight line of string,
Now looks like a mutated thing,
Weirdly shaped, oddly strung,
A mystery that can be solved by none,
Loops through loops, bits pulled out,
It seems to me, without a doubt,
That dire measures are needed to
Bring this string back to use.
Sleeved rolled up, hair pushed back,
You pull no stops on your attack,
Loops undone, teased out,
The string's path, traced throughout,
But you're walking in circles, and do what may,
You simply cannot find a way out.