Reality

Reality

A spider’s web of spotlights
Criss cross here and there
Ensnaring those who seek them out
To bathe within their hungry glare
A nest of wretched spiders
Undernourished, incomplete
Prey across the criss cross network
Play their roles so well. Replete
Replete of their desires
Aspirations in the clouds
Ignoring solid ground beneath them
As heaven lays unbound

Unbound, illuminated
By constellations of the stars
Ensnared upon much brighter threads
On an inky canvas, sparse
Harnessed by their freedom
Narrowed by their range
Reliant on their own consumption
By such creatures they estrange
Still, they chose to be there
Allocated parts within a play
Everybody has their roles
Web spinners, Spiders... Prey