herded we are in a pen
enclosed like livestock, gone is our den
try as we might go back to the life of yore
we now realize our path is here, like never before
intake, bug day, storage so small
chores, snoring, complaints, all
litle do we know this is all meant to be
for the heavens above has planned this for all to see
we may be the runts and the weak of society
but we are most blessed between you and me
our lives are being shaped all from one another
this fellowship of love we all call sister and brother
such is the mystery of why we are all here
we are no longer cattle, we’re now the prized steer
from cattle to prized steer
baluca
january 12, 2006
6:15 am, on the 25 bus on the way to no. city campus