To a Spider

You are a spider, spinning your web
In the corner of my room, above my bed
You don't care about me, or what I do
You just do your thing, and I do mine too

You catch the flies, and I catch the words
We both feed on what we can, in this absurd world
You don't bother me, and I don't bother you
You just do your thing, and I do mine too

But sometimes I wonder, what you think of me
Do you see me as a friend, or an enemy?
Do you admire me, or despise me?
Do you respect me, or fear me?

Maybe you don't think of me at all
Maybe you just see me as a wall
A wall that holds you, and protects you
A wall that lets you do your thing, and I do mine too

Well, I don't mind you, spider
You are a survivor, like me
You have a style, a way of being
You are a spider, and I am a human being