Hindsight
“Come into my room,”
Said the spider to the fly.
And like the fly,
I was intrigued by the invitation,
Lured by your smile;
Then trapped in your web.
I entered willingly,
But there ended my free will.
Funny how long it took me to realize
I was a captive in this place,
And not a guest.
Had I recognized the danger,
I would not have entered,
Would not have let down my guard.
Hindsight is 20/20...
Or so I’ve been told.
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