The spider wove a silk web,
working day and night,
for food, for protection.
Is that it?
Or does it gets trapped in its maze?
As it builds, the web grows,
and so does the surface area of the trap,
And the source of its survival.
Is growth the other name,
for breaking down,
losing oneself,
and standing up several times?
Ironic life.
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