we're small things,
hardly noticeable.
our traps are
the traps
we set for
ourselves.
watch any other
creature
on this planet,
and you will know
it to be
true.
we weave the web
and we wait for
disaster.
we tend the fields
and reap what
we sow.
but somehow
we believe that
it is all
out of our control.
we pretend to be puppets
when no one tugs the strings.
we blame the puppet master
every time we stumble.
there's a knock
on the door,
but no one is there
when we answer.
we are the bastions of light
for which we have always searched.
we are only as good as our actions.
we are our only hope.
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