Yay poetry. Here are a couple I wrote a while ago. I should write more; I don't do enough creative stuff.
Sheep
The road of gold is stretched before your feet,
The selfsame road continues far behind.
The path is not so hard to walk along,
Though rather boring, offering no new sights.
Still you are sure
That o'er the hill,
Around the bend,
Far off ahead--
Will lie a change.
But as you mount the hill and round the bend,
You find that nothing different lies ahead,
Though still inside your head you keep on thinking
That somehow there must be a way to change.
And passing all the gray and silent people,
The sounds of footfalls echoing through your head,
You start to realize that this road will go
Ahead of you on to infinity.
The road before you and the road behind
Are alike in every single little way.
So you survey the edge and look far down,
Considering the jump and then the fall.
How would it be to take that step of faith?
And would it hurt to fall so very far?
The questions rush around inside your brain,
And so you shut them out and take a chance.
As you take the step,
Leaving the endless golden road,
You realize that the edge holds no fall,
But a different path, with choices all your own.
After looking back at all the people,
Still caught amid the rat-race of their lives,
You turn about and head down your own path,
The escape from the road of the herd.
A Prayer for Ideas
Oh, form in us a curious heart,
That we forevermore may raise
Ideas that so quickly dart
Forever trapped within a maze.
Ideas that we hold within,
Protected from the cruel world,
Die, never to be seen again,
Never raised, like flags unfurled.
Remind us that ideas, like we,
Need air and light and love to grow.
So we must ever set them free,
That they may flourish, for we know:
A thought inside will surely die,
But one set free finds wings to fly.
