Lead or Follow

Lead or Follow

People with no faces

Gather in their sleep

Being entertained

By secrets that they keep

These puppets pull

Each other’s strings

And weave the fabric into our dreams

Wishing for a better future

But clinging to the past

Not knowing where they’re going

But they have to get there fast

A voice cries out among them

It says, “I’ll lead the way”

Stumbling through the darkness

The voice soon fades away

Will you be one who follows?

Or will you lead the way?

Will you stumble through the darkness?

Or will you fade away?

© November 1993, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry