Back of the pack

 

I often walk at the back

This helps me to avoid attack

A sheep among a pack of wolves

Safe and sheltered

Staying cool

 

It seems I just can't keep up

As the front seems in such a rush

While the middle latches on in hope

But the back just has more scope

 

Sometimes I get lost

My feet drag in the ground

As my eyes roll freely all around

But it's no cost to me

Knowing what I can see

 

I think and ponder while I tag along

From here I'm calm and I belong