Black sheep always take up with other black sheep.

Their children are not only sheepish,

But ever so blackishly so.

I have wandered from my fold,

For they are day, and I am night.

My dark eyes of understanding show

The old souls who came before me

In my clan,

And I can see the black sheep DNA

A mile away, and secretly hope

To replicate it,

To fill the world with artists, beggars and poets

Who will soothe the world and heal it 

From its pain

Of trying to be too perfect

In the perfect light of day.

I am looking.

I am looking.

I am loving the dark parts of your heart

That have long, long gone astray.

-jenn