The Knot

I am the knot, waiting to be untied.
Straighten all strands, in me that bind.

To open the stitch, through weave to flow,
Every frisk after other, to make myself glow,
Dont want to stop, stick to an end,
I am the fibre, fabric that can mend

Loom cant control, for i dont get pressed,
Others envy, in unique colour I am dressed,
Soft on surface, have a head of steel,
My design i will create, not any felt i'll ingress.

The moment will fall, the time would abide,
My needle would rise, take me to a ride,
I am a knot, waiting to be untied,
Straighten all strands, in me that bind.