Lamb Astray

Applaud! when athletes jump and soar in air,

When peaks are climbed, and glories are obtained,

When passions of musicians, artists shared,

Inventions made, discoveries explained.

High hopes, big dreams…who knows if possible.

Yet we do dare to hold ambitions such

That we yell “no!” to odds unfavourable

And hasten for our own trophies to clutch...

…I’m young, and should be yearning for those too,

Have goals and aims and plans, desires, and more.

But I have no clue where to point my shoe

For I’ve long since been lost; no dock to moor.

My friends are busy chasing god knows what,

And I still stroll and wander in my spot.

(Form: Shakespearean Sonnet)