The Cougar Review

By April

Dear “Baa, baa, Black sheep”,

Do you ever wonder

If your life goes beyond this cycle of

Grow wool,

Get sheared,

Give wool,

And then

Rinse

And

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Aren’t you sick of this mind numbing, endless routine?

Aren’t you tired of living in a cooped up pen?

Or does this lack of freedom free you from the troubles of the world;

Troubles that hide behind your own ignorance?

Do you ever try to fight the identical days that chase you in a circle?

Or have you learned fighting will just leave you black and blue?

Do you even care?

And is it worth it to care

When you can just live obediently and peacefully in a cage,

Eating lush grass,

Laying in the sun’s warm rays,

And being protected from all the troubles behind your fence?

Do you ever wonder if your life could amount to more;

If you could amount to more

And not just be a reliable wool material

That sits in its cage until someone else comes along to shear it and give it purpose…

Do you really have to have other people to give you purpose?

If no one cares about you, and you offer no benefits to society,

Do you have no purpose in the world?

Sincerely,

The overthinker