A day, still

Someone somewhere is being born.

And they're a little baby crying and laughing

And they're a toddler talking all the time

And they're a tiny human looking suspiciously

And they're in school being jealous

And they love and then hate then love again

A bug in a vast, perfectly perfect spider's web

Of intertwined, perfectly perfect spider webs

Full of bugs already born

Traveling their paths

And they're thinking of moments in time

And they're in school being jealous

And they're a tiny human looking suspiciously

And they're a toddler talking all the time

And they're a little baby crying and laughing

While someone somewhere is being born.