It all starts with simple words
Or being simply one who actually affords
The cost of an seemingly unending search
Maybe no one affords it
Maybe everyone does
But who on this Earth knows it?
Especially these days
In which everything seems so depleted
In which everyone seems so commited
To rely on plain imagery and one fast consuming reality.
Can you understand what you need?
Can you recognize your path?
Which wolf should you feed?
Maybe you’re not asking the right questions
Maybe you are only looking for answers
But who even knows what to do?
Who the hell knows it?
The wolf howls.
The wild calls.
Are you ready for this journey?
Must you rely on evolution
Or must you cling to what has been given to you of late?
Is there a linear resolution?
Science taught you to be rational
But the human in you wants to dig deeper
A crime must always be passional
And your senses urge you to rip her,
Shall we analyze all of this, once more?
Shall we ignore our inquietude?
Is there a sense to anything?
Is this a reason to brood?
Maybe everyone affords it.
But does anyone choose to?
Or is everyone a fool?
No one ever can rule
The wolf keeps clamoring at the moon
And won’t grow silent any time soon.