Between my shadow and my soul


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?