Stray

No need to lose ones ideas,

Just bring them to reality,

That is what must be done,

To keep this idea from fading back into darkness,

The darkness of the human mind,

Never to be seen in the light of day,

Forgotten and lost,

Almost like a stray,

They search for attention,

They cause disturbances for attention,

Thinking they’re the greatest things to have come into this world,

When in reality they only make problems in this world and become hated by many,

Those whose go to be with a stray will be a stray,

Those who save a stray will keep a stray

Then that stray will be tame, nothing more then a pet

A pet is nothing more then a slave that is shown love

Still people find joy in being a simple pet

Perhaps it’s not that bad

Losing all freedom

In exchange for a simple life

Is it a good trade?

Is it worth losing?

Those thoughts have crossed my mind and now I see

I see that it is nothing more then a petty dream

You’ll be abandoned by most humans for simple things

You’ll lose all your pride, what little you have left

And what’s more you’ll lose yourself to them.

“Them”

The people whom have taken you

Kept you alive in the safety of their home

Fed you whatever they felt you should eat

Contained your sickness and eased your pain

Is it a good trade?

Do you feel like you should be stuck with them till you die?