In this world the Path to the Light is surrounded by sheep poop-
Leavings of clueless herd animals caught in a reoccurring timeless loop-
To get on the Path to the Light one must wade in some of it-
Nothing of value acures without here and there taking a hit-
This world is full of ignorance, clueless bleating of illusions and fear-
To the advanced soul being forced to be in a world with sheep beings brings more than one tear-
The path to light must never have sheep poop on it to mar it for the pilgrim’s journey long-
No poop from herd animals who sell their souls and lambs future for corrupting trinkets and a fleeting song-
So until my soul has graduated from this world of clueless sheep bleating with all their might-
I will walk one foot in sheep poop and one foot on the path to the Light!

The Ole Dog!