Flying – Like A Lonely Wolf

I rambled alone

Just like a lonely wolf,

The wood ahead of me

And the mighty wind behind.

The road I saw,

It was so clear and real.

I didn’t want to lose it.

And the thoughts

Which didn’t let me sleep or rest

Flew faster than

My real time itself

And faster than the wind.

They chose the space, the skies

As their goal,

And took all of my passions with them.

They wished me to uncover a new way

Which could have brought me happiness,

And I could be conquered by no one.

I could be free

As if I ramble like a lonely wolf.