You think to yourself,
“What am I doing in the forest?”
Then you hear a malicious snarl,
Turn your head and scan the vicinity around you,
Spot in the distance a hungry pack of wolves,

Begin to bolt to escape them,
Sprinting as fast as your feet will take you,
Nearing your home which will save you,
The wolves closing in fast,

You reach the door and turn the knob,
Your entrance to freedom is locked,
You hastily search for a bridge to safety,
There is a mass of keys on your chain,

You fear for the worst and turn around,
The wolves only feet from you, begin to leap,
Then you scream and jolt awake fast,
You were always asleep.

-Hedley, Old School