Good shepherds are prudent,
And so should all of our muses be
For if we were following futile leaders
We would be left with nothing-hands.
Nothing-hands, nothing-mouths, nothing.
Simply incapable of giving forth
Anything worthwhile.
No sense of refuge or comfort during the dark cold nights.
(Just 100 lambs all lost)
Just a cross and hopeless faith...
Gawking into God.