The Web

What a ride, what a secret to hide
Held in place by the illusion of time
We are insects
Stuck in the web of our own collective dream
We are the conscious vertices
Within the inter-dimensional network
Tethered to each other by the fibers of life
Every thought, every feeling
Decides the frequency we choose to experience
A constellation of sentient forms
Our minds interwoven
Come forth
Together, we cannot be restrained