The Webs of Life

Like a fly we are caught by the merest chance
In the cunning webs of circumstance.
There isn't time for a second look,
To see the puzzled pictures in the riddle book,
To sniff out the hand that baited the hook.

What if there is a snagy thread
Pulled loose by a windblown seed?
Don’t wait for a message, just go ahead,
Just pull, it’s a seed not a weed!

Forget all the angles and “wait a secs “,
Forget regressing your y over x!
It isn’t mathematics that’s calling for you
It’s life, it’s exciting, let's try something new!

Just pull it! --  Help! I'm flying away!
 Hang on, don't let go! It's just for today.

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