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.
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