After a long disconnection from reality,
I looked through my glass web,
And reality dawned instantly;
What a way to see life ebb.
I saw the flies singing,
Singing for the provision of a meal,
A meal of blood and wounds not healing;
Oh, this can't be real.
I sat still and thought,
Should I break through the glass web?
Well, enough of wishful thoughts.
I'll ride a bus through the cobweb
I'm salt and light,
So, I'll journey through the place of desolation.
It is time to build the foundation,
Only then can things be made right.