The Glass Sheep Pen – Written Wednesday 18th November 2015 (Aged 40)

The Glass Sheep Pen

lost myself clutching a view
that hung from different walls
i was born,
and remained so small
till my dreams and thoughts
became so tall
and here i am through it all
throwing stones at the glass sheep pen
it does not do me any favours
and it leaves me struggling up the pass
but i am not alone,
i know i only have to ask
let’s be here and let’s be now
lost myself holding onto a view
which eventually kicked back
but i know that glass sheep pen
will one day lead to an all out attack

James Garratt – Wednesday 18th November 2015

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