The tangled web we weave
is tangled indeed with life's
tendency
to throw curve balls
making us depend on paper walls
that fall from the smallest huff and blow
by the big bad wolf
who's only big and bad
because we've traded our allegiance to someone greater
for his trash
and it's sad because we know better
I mean, we
really
know better
but our knower gets blinded
and our track gets sided
by red hot desire...
see, that fire has lied
the blaze, while temptingly beautiful
is not your prize
but a deep
dark
hole
disguised
as a promised land
and we give our hand to it
time and time
again
hoping that this "marriage" will work
hoping that our worth
will be an even trade...
and again I say
we know better.
But damn this web is tangled
and real talk
our hearts are mangled
dangling
from a thread
hanging on to hope
that we picked up from
some dilapidated shed
unreal
but real in our head...
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