'Tis a tale, a sorry tale
Of a man, never took the leap
Of a man, free yet caged
A lion amongst the sheep.
A man of great ability,
Of unrealized potential
Confined and clipped by limits
The herd had deemed essential.
A man, a brilliant man,
Stripped of glory and his claws.
Left forlorn and wounded
By the sheep and their laws.
A man, a greater man
Led by the lesser to believe
He owed them much and more
And everything, without reprieve.
A man, a most herculean man
Could have the world, his to keep.
Alas had he only remembered
He was a lion, not a sheep.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
'Tis a tale, a sorry tale
Of a man, never took the leap
Of a man, free yet caged
A lion amongst the sheep.
A man of great ability,
Of unrealized potential
Confined and clipped by limits
The herd had deemed essential.
A man, a brilliant man,
Stripped of glory and his claws.
Left forlorn and wounded
By the sheep and their laws.
A man, a greater man
Led by the lesser to believe
He owed them much and more
And everything, without reprieve.
A man, a most herculean man
Could have the world, his to keep.
Alas had he only remembered
He was a lion, not a sheep.
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