Thursday, 6 September 2012


At just 21 I feel like mutton
when I took for granted being the lamb,
but people much older still pull it off
whilst they are giving much less of a damn.

I'm starting to rediscover my spring legs
but I'm wondering how long they will last,
if they'll buckle at a heavy future
or succumb to the build up of the past.

At least for now I'm happy in my wool
and I hope that it will endure the cold,
no longer content to follow the herd
I will not let my identity be sold.

To you, I may just be another sheep
but I still have my own values to keep.

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