Composed 3/27/15
Description: “… and just watch him hang himself on his web of lies!”
Silk strings trail behind you
To trip and tangle, choke and bind
You think they’re tempting pillows
But it’s just a web of lies
You think you dance on strings unstuck
While we all meet our demise
You’ve not yet had them harm you
But you’re just like us, a fly
You think you’ve entrapped each of us
But the circle only winds
Around each and every place you go
And you’re the one inside
One day when you turn around
All you’ll see is white
It will have blocked us all from view
And you’ll fall, no friends to find
Then you’ll hang, new lesson learned
Despite the skill and time
No good will e’er befall you
When you spin a web of lies
Scraps of Paper 