There’s a disease inside me,
A kind of poison that the flocks hold,
I feel embarrassed and want to flee,
Now, I won’t return to the fold.
A pain burns in the depth of my soul,
In grey flames of emotions,
I feel no want to play a role,
I won’t follow more sheep notions.
The mass goes and I go behind,
We share the same place to feed,
We share sameness also in breed,
But I will be always divers in mind.