Unraveling

A ball of yarn, rolling down a hill
Your gravity unwinds my philosophies and perspectives, my mindsets and my notions.

Unraveled, exposed, in need of a Creator to make sense of my frayed ends and loosened form.

Your imagination is not my own. Your intentions differ from mine. Your heart is pure. Your knowledge, complete.

And I-
I am ever afflicted by the magnetic mask of pride, falsely believing I know it all.

I don't.

Unravel me.