Like Sheep

Tossing and turning Spinning and yearning Flowing and fusing Loving and leaving Does this feel? Does that hurt? Does it flow? Is it dirt? We're following along like lost little sheep We don't stop and think We're so obsessed with being different We end up all the same Spending a lifetime playing follow the leader Calling the ones who branch off a cheater Like small children on the playground Playing games with useless rules "Tag your dead!" Is all I hear All I feel All I see But I try to change it To feel it To steal my own way along the road I'll take the long way if I can make it my own I'll see you at the end with a smile on my face While you wash the blood off of yours Even if its harder or wrong At least I can always say I did it on my own...

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