Unravelling

Living is a long thread 
Of yarn, sometimes in
My favorite color, a red
So bright and vibrant it
Leaves no mystery but
Can always be found.
In subtler moments, a
Quiet beige blends into
The corners, teases but
Never tempts or stands
Out, not flagrant or bold.
The yarn makes patterns
It clumps in soft places.
The defiance gone from
It after days of following
Its destiny. Color mixes,
Dulled by the passing of
Time, only hinting at its
Fullest force.