Wood-Wide Web

Are we any different than the wood-wide web? Do we attract what we fear and imagine? Oh, I feel a shortage of breath. Oh, soon, I, too, might be dead. Oh, is there a phosphorus flame this morning? Ignites spontaneously in the air. Takes us all one waxy yellow unaware Oh, is this life a spider's lair? And if it is, oh, why should I struggle? Why should I even care? Surely then we're all going to meet again, Spring back from this mixture of oil and dirt, The roots, from whence we all came In the wood-wide web, there hasn't been a name. And even black holes are now believed to operate the same way. But it's difficult for layman or scientist to explain. Simply put, it's as though everything has a core. Some combine to form an indestructible soul that's never lost. Not even when it's turned to ashes and dust. So if I'm a falling tree, darling, don't worry. I'm just a wood ring in the history of the universe. I'm just a black hole that'll have a one-day nucleus. Another expletive song of nothing, oh, an encore from my own blackened chard heart. And some people might even mistake it for gold. A sun-going supernova, darling I'm sure you know now how I'm feeling. Even when I'm close to despair - I know you'll be there. Because just as water has a memory. Three elements: I can't be destroyed as long as I have you.