Part of the Herd

If I repeat a common thought
If I regurgitate a popular word
Or, if I remain quiet
Does it make me part of the herd?

The herd that thinks the same thoughts
They recapitulate the same words
Or, they remain quiet
A pot never gets stirred

I prefer to ask question
I don't want to believe, I want to know why
Yet every time I ask
I'm sarcastically met with a sigh

God gave me a brain
To think, love, and to grow
Where my thoughts end
I guess that's a place I don't even know?

You see life's full of uncertainties
Full of mysteries that go undefined
But remember, the moment you name it
The mystery becomes your story, not mine

So, I'll continue to seek
Holding tight to the truth that I know
But, when I learn otherwise
I have to have the resolve to let go

Or else, I'm holding on to emotion
Like a jeweler trying to sell fake gold
It may help in the moment
But ultimately, it cripples the soul 

So, think a new thought
Question every single word
Never remain silent
Don't become part of the herd?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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July 17, 2023 at 4:27 PM
I enjoyed your poem, and you threshed out some great thoughts on the subject. I've thought about the herd as having no imagination, but maybe, like you say, they don't ask why. Also enjoyed the other poems you posted today which made great points too!
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July 19, 2023 at 9:44 AM
Thank you David! Yes, no imagination and even worse...just not interested. Thanks again!!
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