The lone wolf finds himself in the woods
caressing his wounds from the past fights
he created.
No war ever greater than the ones he's creating.
For some are greater than others
but all are wars to be fought
for him to embrace himself completely
without pity or ambivalence.
Sometimes the wolf is too much alive
and open and doesn't see that the world
and his peoples are torned,
full of self doubt and envy
for such a fellow wolf.
And the wolf being strong
but not wanting to fight
fights himself through darkness
till the light.
It always as been like this.
It always will be like this.
The lone wolf is cautious not
to loose his time in this miserable fights
but in love or not alone, being with someone
on his bed, he looses the boundaries
and thinks his life within
can come precisely and fulfillingly
to the eyes of realities mind:
others.  
For sure that others are hell
as the other great writer wrote
some time ago.
For sure I've been wise
to keep it to myself, my world
of wonders of mine interior shell.
But love and emotions
break the boundaries of this
divine discipline
and make the heart, mind and soul
suffer after the major feelings of encounter
with another, and with yourself aswell.
Got to go back to the roots
lone wolf.
Find new beautiful and unknown boundaries
and limits and go beyond till it hurts.
Because the lone wolf is just happy
when it hurts...