I didn’t want to be the goat,
But I always seem to miss the boat.
I kept hoping,
But I had trouble coping.
Then things got strange.
People thought I was deranged.
It was almost a riot,
So I kept quiet.
What was the deal?
Oh, I began to feel.
I was awake.
I thought it was fake.
But then the light,
I knew it was my plight.
To obey,
And to be the “Gateway”.
RGH
12-23-18