The Web

 
Blinded by the glaring sun
Tangled in a web, beautifully spun
Trying to release myself from its hold
It grabs on tighter, intending I fold
And so I let my resistance go
Explore this web, dive to the unknown
I find myself holding its strings
As if I was broken with clipped wings
I know very well I may fly away
But the tangled mess invites me to stay