upon the cycle of eye closings,
sheep was there
on the path of the road to hometown, 
sheep was also there
it was a long winding road
steepy and rocky
and sheep was along there
at the bar you used to waste your youth in,
it was also there
it shined, brightly
brighter than you and even anyone else you know
although it could also be anyone else
sometimes blue, sometimes green,

I've seen the red ones too,
the sheep were continuously shifting
into here and there
this and that
all beyond your hands.
being spite of all of them
thinking you're nothing besides them
doing anything to be brighter than them.

you wasted your time,
they shined unbeatable.
you wasted your time,
as a grey trying to be brighter than yellow