Yarn: the basis of clothing. Each stitch carefully woven to create something beautiful, like a glamorous dress or a smart tux. And we all wear those fine clothes, even those called poor. And whether rich or poor, we all have a tale to tell. We’ve all had our day. We all get angry or feel sad. And we all cry and we all laugh. And just like yarn, we are carefully woven to be who we are, to decide who we are and find freedom within ourselves. While battles rage on, we all have to look within ourselves: whether we are ragdolls or warriors. We have our fate cut at the spindle: the three fates deciding our lives. And celebrate we do: knowing happiness yet knowing sorrow. Knowing for our party we mustn’t be late. And we put on our stylish clothes and we paint our faces with colourful paint, dressed up to the nines. Our seams never splitting: our hearts never again broken. The mended ragdolls we are. We are an entanglement of yarn.