Anchored

I’ve had a lot on my mind lately

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I’m a spider weaving webs in the wind

Uncertain, entangled, meticulously chaotic

Legs spiraling for pockets of spin

Delicately knitting maelstroms of melodies

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From within to without, baring strings of my silver soul

May I catch the crystal beads the morning dew brings

Tempest to tempest, my wicked plan unfolds

At dawn may I sit on a throne of silver strings

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Pardon me, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately