I was walking on my road one day
Which was rocky and not quite straight
And came upon a little lamb
Staring at me with eyes of fate

We stood staring for a while
For I was struck with fear
A little lamb was not expected
On my road I held so dear

The lack of courage was not grounded
Or so that's what I said
The little lamb was white and pure
Yet many times before I'd fled

The feeling washed away this time
Replaced by something new
When the little lamb began to wander
I felt I must go too



Note: This poem was inspired by the William Blake poem by the same title.

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