Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Follow, follow, follow

Follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the fashion of gold
Follow the fellow who does 
as he's told
Follow the trail blazed by the bold
Follow the shepherd who loves
as his own
sad-souled children
feels their burden
swallows their souls to
make them whole
Follow, yes grovel, bleed
to atone,
bleed on the battlefields
of country and home
Die on some roadside
afraid and alone
How far do you follow?
How near do you follow?
Feeling broken, hollow, to the bone
Trapped in a "No Standing" zone
Take heart; extend hands --
Dance outside the lines

January 31, 2010

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