The Flock

by James
(USA)

Everything comes crashing in as if it won't stop.
Sometimes when i see the end I feel as if I'm a flock.
A flock running towards it, without any hope of beating it.
The collision injures all and helps none.
From the break of dawn the light doesn't show.
You don't understand but you know.
Follow the flock and then its easier.
Follow the flock and forget the pain.
Follow the flock and you will gain.