The Shepherd of Silly Thoughts...
The shepherd of silly thoughts A role she takes seriously.
A shepherd of silly thoughts Corralling and herding a flock so white and soft and fluffy
Silly little thoughts, that need no name, no effort. No focus beyond a gentle hand to guide them.
“I don't deserve this. To be happy.” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
“I'll never be able to change. I'll always be this way.” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
She tends to the flock, keeping them healthy, keeping them safe. Breakfast, cleaning, make it okay.
“I don't know if I'll ever be okay.” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
A shepherd of silly thoughts Should never drink on the job But here she stands, bottle in hand.
“After today, I'm better off dead.” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
“You're a better wife for him.” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
She drinks another shot, to keep the demons at bay. A treatment she knows actually lets them come and play.
“What if I wanted you to take over? Would you stay?” Silly little thought. Into the cage.
A shepherd of silly thoughts Who’s lost control of her sheep Once white, fluffy, soft little things, Now dark and dangerous, terrifying things.
A shepherd of silly thoughts Keeping them at bay When in reality they knew her ways.
When in the end, They knew she would stay.