They say there’s sheep
and then there’s goat.

I go where my mind goes,
sheep go where I might go. Without a care.

Off to the side a child says—
I want to survive even if I gotta bite
and I just might.

There’s sheep and goats
and a couple wolves in the fold—
but where’d it come from, where will it go?

They never said that there were wolves—
they are left out in the cold.

I go where my mind goes,
goats go where their eyes go. The pack is here.

Off to the side a child says—
I need to survive, even if I gotta lie on the ground for a little while.

There’s sheep and goats and wolves in the fold—
and a snake in the grass…
where will it go?
snakes don’t like the cold.

I go where my mind goes—
wolves go where there are blows. Insidious fear.

Off to one side a child says—
I hope to survive…
but I won’t bite or lie…
a beast—not I.

I go where my mind goes...
annihilation or divine…