I cannot hold this in my two hands
I have to wear it with my whole body, like my skin
I cannot walk but I cannot stop
Because where could I ever lay this down? I cannot.
I want to hail people who pass me
"You! Please! Come and take this away from me." But they pass.
Oh I am deep in a rich, thick web
But I am torn from it, far alone and shivering
Where can I turn? That is my riddle.
I cannot face this. I cannot turn my back on it.