Is like a spiderweb,
Of course because the delicate
Patterned spindles lull
Me into a false sense of security
All the while knowing any second
Forces beyond my control
Can rip it all, leaving
Me homeless, destitute, in despair
What makes us trust then?
To accept, my exit from the womb
Began such, and all life shall end such
So should I not anticipate these
Rabbitholes and like Alice,
Skip and hop to enjoy the adventure?
