The Art Of A Thought

I've noticed myself just sitting and thinking into space. Like a vast emptiness takes over me and time goes by... Its strange to think that I used to not be able to turn my mind off, but lately "the nothing" consumes my mind. There is nothing more difficult for me to do then try and figure myself out. I mean, take a spider web for instance. Something so small, but yet crafted into a work of art. Especially in the morning when it catches the dew and the light from the sun makes it sparkle. I wonder if the spider has a plan for the finished product or if the trail of silky web is a free lance handy work. And to put all that time into making something so spectacular, not knowing if as soon as the work is completed, it could be torn to shreds as soon as its finished. Not saying that my mind is exactly like this but if I was the spider I would probably have the blue prints of my web pre-drawn out. I'm sure that my web would look amazing, but its the webs of my mind that are made spontaneously that are the most beautiful. Like the things that happen unexpectedly are really what catch my attention. Those however, are the ones that cause me to remain perplexed. I look back on them and think of how amazingly put together they were. But how?... I ask... And yet I continue to make blueprints filled with planning, while knowing full well that I love the free lance ones so much better. So what, if the lines aren't straight or I skip a step or two. The point is, a web is made, and since I am the "spider", it's not meant for "me" to get caught up in it...