"Count the sheep
To go to sleep"
Said my mom when i was little
"Count the sheep
Rather than weep"
And i listened
For that riddle
I listened for my mother
For my whole life
But for now
Now i must listen
When my heart
Subseeds to frown
And that riddle echos on
And my mind begins to spin
And without a doubt
I have to shout...
The sheep will soon run out
"Count the sheep
To go to sleep...
Until u count no more,
Then go to bed, and wait instead,
Until u know what you wait for."
One day you must say goodbye to the traditions of the past, you must also learn to recognise whats truely just.