[the folly of man]

I suppose I'm a spider's web
holding on until it's dead

clinging onto what I hold dear
because losing them is what I fear

droplets of emotion stick around
until they fall to the ground

I'll stay as long as I can, though I am weak
attempt to be there, even when the future is bleak

however, the web is thin and flimsy
it may fall apart if the weather is windy

everything will be released, and the rain will fall
because I didn't want to let go of it all