Hustling & Floating...

Am I the spider or the fly? Did I create this present state, or did I accidentally zip into it? Am I creator or captive?

I am smack dab in the middle of an elaborate web. Tiny little shimmering strings, arrayed in an interlaced mandala.  I am stretched across two contradictory impulses: Hustling & Floating. Can they co-exist? Yes. Well. They, indeed, do. Sometimes Hustling, sometimes Floating. I alternate. I'm like a flashing light, always changing colors. Maybe that explains the very stop & start feel of my existence. On the make, and on the skate. It's a weird way to live, to be, but oh so true.