We hide in plain sight,
most of the time,
living our lives amongst sheep,
although we are fierce wolves,
who have escaped our cages
and are so tired of running and
chasing and are just ready to
settle down, our fangs dull from
a life of fighting to survive and
trying to stay alive one more day,
When we don't hide, we are
dreaming, a fierce dream of
equality but we awake in a
cold sweat knowing that the
future...can it be as bad as
we imagined?
And yet still dreading and
treading back to the flock
trying to disguise our
disappointment with a
lack of sleep, while inside
we grown dim and ache,
When we leave the flock
we are lonely and we try
not to do this often anymore,
The life of a lone wolf was
designed by one who has
never known the definition
of friend.
