Counting Sheep
Why do we see what is not there?
Is it imagination?
Perhaps it’s based on our facade
Or mass indoctrination
Surely the eyes we’re given though
Are sovereign to the self
And yet we’ll trust a stranger
Who's insistent in his stealth
We don’t like being different
Looking stupid--being odd
Yet ignorance will never be dispelled
By our own fraud
The path to greater wisdom
Thus, is paved with many questions
We cannot hope to know things.
Without probing in dissension
The proud and foolish won’t admit
They’re doomed before they start
They focus on appearance
Rather than on being smart
The trends of mass hypnosis change
As fickle fashions swing
Thus, popular opinion
Is a sheik relative thing
When eyes fix on this pendulum
The soul falls fast asleep
According to this reckoning
There’s no end to counting sheep
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