Woolgathering

Young Boy
you can hide
pull the covers over your eyes
That’s fear
Entering your mind
the blinding fear can make you wild
Now you feel like running
now your off woolgathering

Young man
So many rules
not really what you do
That’s fear
shaping your mind
the blinding fear has made you wild
now you’re Shoeless and running
You’re still off woolgathering

Old man
Stale routines
finding yourself through screens and magazines
shaping your fear
no mind nevermind
wild fear has made you blind
you stopped running
no time for woolgathering