My Dear Little Lamb

My dear little lamb why do you graze where you do?
The hill you feed on is one of inherent contradiction.
Is that grass neutritious for you? Keeps you grounded?
I can't eat that grass my dear little lamb for its poison.

My dear little lamb why do you migrate the way you do?
Your hill is steep and unforgiving, its no home for you.
Do you need to keep a connexion with ridged things, dear?
The cliffs will certainly kill me shall I fall off your hill.

My dear little lamb why do you speak that tone as you do?
Its alienating and oppressive, although your not aware.
Does it keep you from Being vulnerable as you wish to be?
There can be no love between us if this persists always.

My dear little lamb can we meet in the valley sometime?
The hills are preventing us from blossoming beautifully.
We both belong to death, so why can't we enjoy life?
And have this short time to feel what it is to be.