what is the point
when everything just serves
why?
when do we see
where the words land
is why they exist?
will you try to explain
when your words stray
beyond your intent?
why?
what is the point
when everything just serves
why?
when do we see
where the words land
is why they exist?
will you try to explain
when your words stray
beyond your intent?
why?
i watched the spider weave…
she moved so quick,
so sure.
i envied her instinct
her surety
her purity
her purpose
i hope she fed well.