Shepherd’s Black Sheep

Shepherd's Black Sheep

Shepherd’s Black Sheep

Some of the artists have stuck to it long
But I never do since I must be-long
To a many of creative, anxious events
Like writing and singing and drawing-it vents

I steam out emotions to see in the air
That way no one tells me how life is so fair
It’s not since it always fluctuates
Between the sweet love and seemingly hate

The fate is not constant or always the same
Instead it just changes its path like a snake
Where does it slither away with my time?
I think I will chase it to claim what is mine

Through dark caves and canyons
Through sunlight and rain
Must keep the way thoughtful
So I tell my brain

And though I am tricked into walking then backward
It keeps me from harm and my eye what I’m after
I retreat, protecting myself from the herds

And so, like a black sheep, I no longer follow
So trustingly naïve, I hardly could swallow
So now if the shepherd then wants to collect me
He must sneak up behind me, His face not to see

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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