Like the ripples before the crashing waves
The minutes before the days
An expectation of what I should be
I am the black sheep of the family
Society is obsessed with landmarks
Encircling our failures like great white sharks
Struggling against the tides of the open sea
I am the black sheep of the family
Do animals feel pressure to wed and mate?
Or to travel the world and investigate?
Or are these feelings just for me?
I am the black sheep of the family
Guilt of not producing happiness for others
Hiding like a shamed child under the covers
Living your life in secrecy
I am the black sheep of the family.
Yet each sunrise and sunset
Another day passes without regret
For once in my life I am happy
Being the black sheep of the family.
