Webs of Destiny

In a world of concrete highways All I can do is stand by And let the wind blow through The umbrella that I wield too, Keeps me wishing I was a spider Instead of human fodder For a planet full of angry people Always fighting and making counting rules The only destination of destiny, Where once I felt free like a child's glee Now I watch the passersby And it makes me cry, For the spiders home is dewy If only from rainy days With just the next meal As their reason to kneel.