Climbing and weaving, Stumbling and heaving
Breaking and making, failing yet staking
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
Clambering, faulting in the slippery terrain
Building the dream grain by grain
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web
Struggling to break the shackles inlaid
Swearing to cut the wild goose chase
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
‘It’ had a mind of its own
That failed to stimulate the existent mind-fold
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
It couldn’t break free the ‘existent’ yet ‘senseless’ morals dame
Nor could it live in the stifling frame….
‘It’ twisted and churned
Divided in the world of its ‘web’ and its ‘own’…
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
Would it ever realize that it is not alone
It’s the very lane that makes us ‘grown’
Choosing from the ‘ideas’ that were initially imposed
Would make it comprehend the ideas ‘IT’ pose…
Nothing is ever forced
Neither the boundaries nor the folds…
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web
I wish the spider wins over the ‘struggle’
To find that its ‘web’ was its very ‘own’.
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