Where the Wolf Goes

January 8, 2008
By Kyle Sirois, Madawaska, ME

Wake up with quiet mind

Leave the house at a solid time

Walk to the woods with an empty heart

And as the clouds part

My world changes with my sight

The moon shines brightly in with its light

I leave my world behind

Its history does not remind

The woods I live the forest I stay

I never have any dismay

I escape my world long since passed

However, I know that it will not last

As soon as the sun will rise

I will have to stride

Back to my world

And die like the old

Never again to see the lights of night and day

My life falling into array

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