Author's Notes: This is my opinion on how the actual way to reach Paradise is.
Disclaimer: One can never even try to own the wild.
To Reach Paradise
In order to reach our Paradise
We must continue to run
But why do we trust
A flower to guide us?
Do you know if she's right?
If she really knows the way?
The white wolf
Kiba
He leads the way
And reaches for his dream
The silver wolf
Tsume
He is the street-warrior
A weaver of battle and blood
The gold wolf
Hige
The clown
The noble's pet
And the brown-red wolf
Toboe
A cub to them all
But loyal to the end
But what of myself?
Where do I fit in?
I don't
I cannot belong
My path lies alone
Forever
Across the artic tundra
And the heated deserts
I will follow my own path
To my own personal Paradise
No one will keep me back
I will succeed
But sometimes I wonder
As I travel
If all this is worth
Reaching Paradise
Is it even a place I belong?
Or must I forever run?
A lone howl pierces the night
And there's nobody to answer
My call is unheeded
As normal there is only silence
I continue on
Weary paws finding a winding trail
Where it led me
I've never been before
Snow changed into lush grass
Bitter cold to gentle warmth
I stood there
Panting wearily
Where was this place
That I have found myself?
The fields seemed to stretch forever
Endless past even the horizon
What was this place?
This place of endless bounty?
And then I understood
The answer was clear
To reach Paradise
One had to give up
To give up in themselves
And allow everything to catch up
Somehow I knew
That somewhere in a snowy forest
Lay the frozen body
Of a large wolf
I know that if I try to leave here
I will vanish forever
In order to reach Paradise
Your life had to be sacrificed
Paradise is DEATH
