All The Herdless Sheep

by: Steven Ilchev, 2006
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As time passes by
And the winds of change bring me
An epiphany of sorts
I countenance the pearls of wisdom
Bequeathed to me by those I once
Looked up to

Today, I am, however, equal
In a world where the blind man's king
And I don't feel the need to stare like
A sick and helpless puppy at those that once
Were too dominant for words

I am a man, a man of equal status in this blindfolded
Group of herdless sheep
I hold on to my pearls of wisdom as
I get to grips with
My newfound worlds ahead

So, as I seek to take on big-shot gorillas
Who might view me as a nuisance
I find some solace in the holy art of
Dreading lovely ladies' curls

As time passes by
And the winds of change bring me
An epiphany of striking sorts
I countenance the pearls of wisdom
Bequeathed to me by those I once
Looked up to…

Those bleating like all the herdless sheep
I am glad I have come to befriend somehow
In the context of the maverick holy cow
And the limousine-navigating incorrigible sow.