Lemme tell you about an age-old lore
Of a wolf who walked the earth’s floor
With wounded paws, he moved at his pace
Marking terrains in a vast deserted space
Facing trail of thorns during the day’s quest
The night was his to howl at the moon’s crust
He was a gritty underdog in a world of sheeps
Where only a few minds took such convulsive leaps
The lone wolf just bowed to the ones he adored
Because the pack is the only thing he lived for
As many charted course in an orb that revolved
He became the alpha as he simply evolved
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
