Tiny spiders in my mind
build silken webs of lies
Thoughts of maybe fly through
Certain certainly stays stuck
Trapping thoughts of lovers lies
Letting free warnings of demise
Oh how beautifully they spin
Glittered and cloistered in sin
What wicked little things
These troubling spiders bring
Now comes love to tear it all down
swept away with truth and beauty
Till again those spiders come
And build their web of soft silken lies
Again they plot my demise...