To a Spider

You are a spider, spinning your web In the corner of my room, above my bed You don't care about me, or what I do You just do your thing, and I do mine too You catch the flies, and I catch the words We both feed on what we can, in this absurd world You don't bother me, and I don't bother you You just do your thing, and I do mine too But sometimes I wonder, what you think of me Do you see me as a friend, or an enemy? Do you admire me, or despise me? Do you respect me, or fear me? Maybe you don't think of me at all Maybe you just see me as a wall A wall that holds you, and protects you A wall that lets you do your thing, and I do mine too Well, I don't mind you, spider You are a survivor, like me You have a style, a way of being You are a spider, and I am a human being