Why fight the sheep,
When it is so easy to be carried along
By their soft wool
And steady bleating.
You see the black sheep,
And are envious of his wool,
But he still follows the rest
And fights for a place amongst the rest.
As you are huddled up
With them all surrounding,
The air thins
Despite the open fields.
Every sheep follows the dogs orders,
But it is time
– Finally –
To step out on your hind legs,
And test who you are
Against your own wits
And temperaments,
Accepting the judgements of others.
Take a breath of fresh air,
Feel your own surroundings.
Escape.
Start With Your Pen 
I LOVED it! especially the end. Your imagry is wonderful. I could see the whole thing. Thanks- memorable write-
Thank you for liking my post! This was a very interesting poem, and it resonated with a state of mind I have been feeling for quite some time. It’s almost eerie to find someone else putting words to what you have been thinking for ages. Good work!
I think it’s interesting the way you used sheep of all animals to depict this scene. I really enjoyed the poem. It’s thought and idea provoking.
I also agree with you because sheep needs guidance and we humans also need guidance in our lives
Very profound. I think it strikes a cord with people finding their path. Perfect!
This was wonderfully made, great imagery too.