Hanging from a single thread like a spider from a strand of web, I dangle at the end of fates cruel hand. Blown about in the wind, twisting from end to end, I bounce up and down. Pulling on the single strand, I realize how mortal I am as I feel the line grow taught around me. I must be careful that my thread doesn't break, I take care to not tempt fate, but the cruelty of destiny taunts me. I want to climb the line, but fear takes hold of me, what if the strand breaks then where will I be? So I dangle just a little bit more, as I carefully try to climb the cord and I can only hope that the fates are with me.