Meade – The Spider

……..THE SPIDER………..

Fragile arc caught in a vacant sky
I must move out from the homeport
but to where and why
and what is this feeling that comes from within
that whooshes its bellows again and again

And what’s out there
what’s on the other side
and if I go
will they accept me, will I fit in

Or if I am washed away
by the morning rains
AND LISTEN TO THAT WIND HOWL!!!
besides I only have seven legs

But still I must go
do I know to where I am going
am I even half way to a destination unknown
maybe I should turn back….again

WAIT ! Does it matter to where I am going
does it matter how far I have gone
for I have decided not to stay in this web
and I have decided not to bury my head

For I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spy
and I am a SPIDER and a SPIDER must spin
does it matter if I get blown away in that wind
NO!

For I am still a spider
and I will cast away
again and
again.

 

 

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