The stand, the rush, the hurry,

To get where they're going.

And there they stand, un-corralled

Cattle been driven.

Lost in place, in the

Confusion. Actually reaching

Their destination. And then,

Where they are is not where they

Want to be.

And they rush off again,

Feeling the tide pulling them.

Rush, wait, rush wait,

The subtle cries of the rest of the

Herd. And it's all they can do

To keep up.