Nature of Maturity / The Wolf
Once upon a time -
A youngling believed -
With his whole heart -
He'd achieve great things,
Once upon a long lost hope -
A youngling believed -
With his naive thoughts and prayers -
He'd get somewhere,
He'll find his place,
In a big wide world,
The time flew fast by,
The youngling, no longer young,
Grew up and high,
Still hoping, still believing -
He might actually do it,
And one day,
He was found -
Dead with a bullet hole,
When he suddenly understood -
He's beliefs and prayers,
Were nothing but -
Dead dreams,
He went into a rabbit hole,
With no where to turn,
Dead and gone.
		
		 
		
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