The spider on the ceiling
Looking down on me
Or do they think we’re the same?
I’ve been seeing him
For days and days and days
And I know he’s been watching me
With all eight eyes just the same.
Creatures meeting in the middle,
A riddle I left for myself in my dreams,
A fiddle that played the right music
eight times...(bridge)...
No matter how many eyes I have seen.
No matter how many eyes I have seen.
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Landed on the other side. This is a terrible picture. I should have kept my dignity given that no human should ever have to see me in sweatpants, unless I'm hospitalized.
