To Run
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Out of shaded windows, a lone wolf watches.
From high on her perch, seeing all that goes on below.
The moon, full this night, gleams.
She sees the nightchild's loneliness and confusion.
Understanding is not within this one's grasp.
She tries to find the answers, as she searches the unspeaking starry sky.
But the moon knows, the answers are never there.
To find them, the confused must only fly.
Whether upon paws of white or black.
Or paws of silver or brown.
The wolves must seek their answers.
Only then will they be known.
Seeing the yawning woods awakening.
The night sounds reach this confused being.
Sensing a way to a new beginning.
She scrambles through the window.
Running to her fate.
Silken swift, paws fleet as wind.
Seeing nothing but gray fog and silvery slippery strands of truth.
The pack will run with her, to guide her...
All she must do is ask.
The wolves will watch, for she is one.
One of their own.
There are fancy word and scientific languages.
But they do not describe this.
Being a wolf is a privilege, or a burden.
It depends on how you carry it.
Decisions weigh heavily, for the world never accepts you.
But if you're strong, maybe you can accept it.
Run with the wolves, fly along the trails.
Run until you understand, and announce it.
Howl to the moon, signify your triumph.
It watches, It listens, It's rejoicing.
Yes, some will never find their truth.
But wolves aren't perfect; neither is the world.
Find your niche and you'll be safe.
As long as you run your personal run.
And run it with pride.
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Author's Note: Heh, once again, Wolf's Rain. But this time, it's pretty much about my Wolf's Rain RPG character. –BEAMS- I actually like this one!