Wolves of my life flying free at night,
howling their pain which still stays tight.
Together in the wild they hunt for prey,
but kill their own if out the pack they sway.
In the wilderness only on each other they rely,
but after the hunt solo they prefer to fly.
commitments and feelings they want to stay away,
but they dont know why to social contact at night they give way.
why this feeling is a thought that hurts when they feel,
the more they run away the less the wound heals.
they strengthen the feeling without understanding it,
and a feeling of brotherhood starts to evolve bit by bit.
Eventually they start to connect during the day,
but not realize that at a night they are now the prey.
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