Time is a Spider Web

The eyes of the spider never wander

It sits alone inside a cave of silk

Neither does it form a plan or ponder

A group of one as many of its ilk.

The eyes of the housefly see all around

It flies alone above its source of food

It forms its plans in flight and on the ground

At once the source and captive of the brood.

The eyes of the human are blind and vast

It lives alone in thought among the crowds 

It plans its place for first but comes in last

A cog in a machine up in the clouds. 

All three believe that they master the web

But they are prey to both the tide and ebb.