The shepherd who is in charge of the herd
That feeds and nurtures the sheep
Who falls asleep at night thinking about their well-being
The shepherd that wakes up the next morning with a gun aimed at their head
The shepherd lays down their life for the sheep
Is this story a tragedy or a happy ending?
The sheep live another day
So clueless and bleak
Another shepherd comes along
But will the cycle continue?
You see,
Chaos is a friend of mine
It tells me stories specifically at night
Flashbacks of haunting memories, Vivid dreams
Can you keep a secret after someone has told you their fears?
Or will you cross your fingers behind your back and pretend like nothing happened?
How come the world is cruel?
You can't simply just leave it
Many people are forced to end it
Is it because living is toxic
Or maybe because no one was satisfied with the world
Beauty is suppose to be deep and confusing
I don't think I'm sad or happy yet either
But someone has to write this.
Am I not cool like the other people?
Just because I don't write about romance or cupcakes and rainbows?
Is a person with no friends better off without?
When they simply just abandoned everything in the first place
To chase off this impossible dream but failed and came back to the start
Or maybe that dream was closer than they had originally thought, who knows.
