Grass is greener in the dreams Than in reality, but much more – here As many others before I came to the spider by myself It dissolved me and made a part of the cobweb As from many others before Now it pushes in my face my instincts But throwing away the mind first It turned my consciousness into the clay Crumpled and put back in head I can escape any time although But I’m afraid that sun will burn me As I look at the window I’m afraid of the shot As I open the door I’m afraid what I’ll feel is a fiction, As I open my eyes