Weave a web so bitter sweet
The web's been woven around our
feet
A web so tight it holds us down
Like hot air balloons still on
the ground
They tell a tale that’s half way sung
A tale like such will always
stay young
The tale of a being and what he endures
But in a life of pain nihilism is the cure
They spin a reel, and round and round you go
Forget the spin of the earth, but that's our life in whole
And now you carry the lead civilization holds dear
Chained to your back and manifested in fear
They sew a knot that’s in fact unbreakable
To step back inline and become untraceable
And you sing to yourself and are
on your way
And you throw out the stale food on your tray
But a cry for rain is bellowed throughout
This land so barren, this land
in drought
A land where enlightenment is sought by few
Where artificial desires are pushed upon you
You flout the instincts that
allow you to feel
And you carry their burden in a
bag of steel
You believe inside the bag
resides your soul?
But you think to open it an impossible goal
So weave your web, not let come
undone
Weave a web like everyone
To keep out the pain that gives life character
And masks the eyes of languid America
Now weave a web sweet child so
dear
And hope that it is done before she is near
For if she can squeeze through the holes in your web
She shall certainly mistake you for the dead
But, I say pass off their demons and their nets
And use your instincts to unwind the webs
To be shed of the spirits that complicates it
And what ever fears you have child, face it.
Jason Cholewa, Ph.D.
