Do move o' shepherd and I shall follow thee,

Offering my blind spot to the worldly light,

Flattered cones and punctured rods receives the sight,

Of the bottoms of asses in front of me

Born and bred, horned and fed, in this world of yours,

Where reality, is only what you show,

And where, I shall reap only what you shall sow

I servant, mist blocked mariner, shall endure

My dreams are just fantasies and vice versa,

I disciple, shall walk on your path of thorns

Or should I, shut my bleats, loose my fleece and horns

Or herd behind shepherd, as bright, early as Vesta

I've decided, not to follow the shepherd,

I have eyes to see and hollow heart to fill,

Moment to break my lead, and I have time, still...

To cease being a sheep and become a freebird!

~Ajay

July 2017