I’m walking in endless footsteps;
To step out of line, impossible.
And to follow is what one expects,
Yet my mind can’t help but dribble
The leap upon my own path-
The sheep long for me to crash.
Once out of line
All you have learned
Will not help worth a dime.
But for this is what I’ve yearned.
Time to choose the road less traveled-
Time to watch as darkness is unraveled.
Falling, falling, deeper, deeper;
Eaten by the abyss, this land is savage.
The sheep bind me stuck to the reaper.
They make it frigid, grotesque, but far too average,
Because with brawn the darkness fades,
after a fight I see the light-
Because with passion I see gloom as bright,
feel pain with no plight.
Now I explore on sand untouched;
My limbs bloodied and scars gnarly.
Through seasoned eyes I see sheep march, forever clutched,
And I feel pity for those who accord and don’t feel sorrily…
Suddenly I waken from this heavenly dream-
Scared of a nightmare because I am but a sheep
churned out by this machine.