The Unlocked Cage

At times I find it hard

to see the line

Of Individuality

People who think:

Because I sheep

I am my own.

At times I laugh at my world

Where people worry

Go insane,

Because some Women

Changed her lace.

But there are times

I turn my eye

I look for bliss

I draw that line,

And reminisce:

Why should I sheep?

My wool my own

Who cares if it is black as stone;

who cares of these people’s link;

where they go or how they think.

So at times

When I am faced

With staying grouped

Or breaking free

I turn my back and walk away

I don’t need these people; I am me.