The Strayed Sheep

One of their own had wandered far; the others know it strayed away. From the high cliff, they stare and wait for the lone sheep that went astray. Yet there below, alone, he roams perhaps a longing to be free; find newer roads for a better life upon the path along the sea. Sometimes it's best to leave the road outlined as stable with the crowd; to be the one that stands apart- and travel avenues unplowed. To travel avenues unplowed and concentrate on finding one; become that stubborn lone lost sheep to pave new paths still left undone.