The Spider

Are those hands tied... Or held by a choice? Is that tongue twisted... Or have you no voice? Tangled webs so tightly woven... And the spider isn’t scared; Feeding on the ignorant fly, So the faithful can be spared. Insects to a higher hand... Or giants among the meek? Our eyes seem far too small, For the answers that we seek; Oh, that spider’s coming... And what are you gonna do? Will you question nature... Or give in without a clue? Soon that web is reaching, And you’re sitting down waist deep... The time for talking has come and gone, For words are much too cheap; That spider’s coming for your dreams... And you must take a stand, Will you rise up now and resist... Or watch life fall like hour glass sand?