They saw me spin the woolen air,
They watched me split the stream.
They pickled in love of unfair,
They stewed in angry dreams.
They chased me with their clouded thoughts,
They roared and ran their rage.
They gladly tied themselves in knots,
They proudly raised their cage.
They wouldn’t free a word I prayed,
They couldn’t let that be.
The only thing I know of They –
I can’t let They be Me.