On the Spiders Web

Troughs and chains, carrots and sticks
Follow lines, from the script
Or skip ahead, to the end
Some say a tunnel, that you’re trapped in
How to escape, a different road
Most will find, when alone
Not a big secret, nothing to hide
Every perspective, in the eyes
That no doubt add up, whatever you do
Empty the cup, to break on through
You might wait, who knows how long
When all that’s needed, is to bang the gong
Letting it ring, the rippling waves
Through all matter, dogs will claim
It’s no difference, high or low
The first to start, the rest will go
How long it lasts, a moment or more
Infinite steps, from the vine that grows
Beyond the stars and back again
Riding lines, on the spiders web