Grasping free time by anxious hand 
Stretched and worked into thin strands 
One by one I attached each line to variable 
Tethered life with line nonpliable 
Securing politics, finance, and physics 
Lashing them to my planet’s orbit 

Creating a world in my own image 
Organized and without blemish 
I made life for my new masterpiece
Puppets lived ordered with peace 

Halfway through my script; tragedy 
Eyes widened as strings snap suddenly 
The puppets move and take up arms to fight 
Weeping I behold my creations terrible might 
I reached into the future for more string 
Futility, as puppets war stings 
The story ran on its own without me 
Weighing down peace with gravity 

No matter how much strong I made
The results were the same 
I braided the strands into thick rope
Nevertheless the ropes always broke