I was laying in the dark,
And from the corner of my eye I saw a spider.
It scuttled to a corner of my room,
And began to weave a web.
It was a web of many tales,
It twisted and weaved into a tangled web of pure complexity.
I thought that the spider was a lot like human beings,
And the web was like our lives.
The web had a sticky centre,
It was full of lies and deceit.
It caught helpless insects in its sticky depths,
Leaving them there to await their doom.
The web was near invisible,
Making it hard to see the waiting trap.
And the only way top avoid it,
Is to look at it in the light.
The insects that got caught in this web,
Were stupid and ignorant people.
They failed to see what was right in front of them,
Instead of using their heads, they twisted and struggled for a way out, getting themselves tangled even more.
The spider was a graceful creature,
It was all poise, glam and charm.
But on the inside it was alert,
Waiting for someone small to plummet.
The spider hid in the shadows,
It was sly and deceitfully conniving.
It did not care the its prey was smaller and helpless,
It was only looking to satisfy its needs.
The spider would sneak up on the insect,
And wrap it up in lies.
And when the insect could do nothing more,
The spider would feed on its insides, and leave the carcass there to rot.
And as I lay there I thought:
Yes, spiders and their webs are much like human beings and our lives.
But if there had to be one difference,
I guess when you really think about it, spiders never lie.