I am small, I am strange to the road with clumsy footwork
I am a lone traveler though not a drifter by trade
I am abstract, the wind does not know me
From a small home far behind, distance measured by days
But the way the wind speaks, it's captivating, invigorating
The warmth of the air as it moves through my hair and the way it tastes, it frees me
Now I am who I am somewhere and I will find me
This road I travel on, I don't know where it goes
But in my heart I hear it
So sweet like audible honey, edible tone
What is this sound
Surely she is not running away from me
Beautiful mystery
Swiftly follow through the trees to the clearing
(Sing to me, sing to me)
What is this, lured to an old woman
Have I been mislead, she runs down her perch
Hiding her head in the river
I fear we're not alone, federated with wolves
They come gritting and showing their teeth
Forty-two yellow songs
They hum, a song men don't teach; a song of my destruction
Pawing and biting at my heels, they sing
Climbing up my stone stacked escape
They rip my pack from my back
Feasting as if it were my face
They eat my clothes piece by piece
I carry on down the stone perch
Running away like a robber in a game of my youth
I told my mother back then
"All I ever wanted was my own gun"
Here I am, come on and find me now
You cannot find me
Wolf, here I am, you are behind me
I conquer
My feet carry me on through the darkening trees
It's growing darker and I can't see the sun
Where did she go


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