Let them be as sheep

Always together, maintained, accompanied

But resembled to the food that they eat

I’d rather be a strong, fierce lion,

Hair swaying back and forth, like a dandelion.

Wind going through my hair, while standing defiant,

To have explore the horizon

To be hunting in a ferocious alliance

Of the humongous, yellow grass.

To run so freely, so fast

Instead of being in a group of followers

I rather be a caller

Instead of being a sheep I rather be silent

I’d rather be a strong, fierce lion.