spun across
days,
plans,
intended,
hoped for,
and yet,
never fully achieved
somewhere
along
the path
the goal
is unseen
and yet
seeming reachable,
more webs are spun
but, once
sight is lost
and the goal
is but a memory
of a future event,
we and our
webs become
too much,
under the weight
of everything held
within