a Shel SIlverstein poem

A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and silver strings
To catch all sorts of flying things,
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
And specks of dried-up tears,
And dust of dreams that catch and cling
For years and years and years...
― Shel Silverstein

English: Signature of Shel Silverstein. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)