The sheep is mocking me once more;
It stares blankly in its station.
Echoes of thoughtless elation
Bruising my ego nevermore.
Those cats are circled by the door,
Paws stretched gently at their shadows,
Mewling like wanting calypsos
Until I drop evermore.
A once young falling man now weeps
For those listless days of longing,
Dreaming and falsely belonging
Forevermore lost in my sleeps
Ash now set beneath a new tree
Fat from wanting dreams and nightmares,
Catching some hopeful unawares,
Each day on more found and free.