There’s a lacuna, of sorts
inside of your mind
and it could take years of
journey to find…

and there is no map
there is no road
you must go alone to
mind space unhallowed…

a clearing of crispness,
where the clock hands don’t move…
you’re cut free from anchors
and thoughts glide out, smooth.

The weight that you feel
is that of your soul
and it’s place in a web,
…where do you pull?

Life all webbed out as
one breathing existence…
you can see spindles burst
and ripple far out into the distance.

SILENCE! Now, pay attention…
where is it tight?
Always striving to be a masterpiece,
yet society is seldom right.

You gain new awareness,
a careful point of view…
a journey of mindful thinking,
open to seeing things brand new.

You wonder why this web is so broken,
it can only inflict it’s own pain…
WHY do these spindles keep bursting?!
Can’t they see the web’s one in the same?!

You sit in this new sorrowed awareness,
seeing that you cannot change this alone.
Confusion sits next to the sadness,
this self mutilation is overgrown.

This journey is seldom taken–
tainted eyes see obligation.
But open hearts can clearly see,
humanity needs dedication.