Path of the Wolf

Beware a deal that is meant to be fair
Among the crowd at the feast
Where the prey is pleased to share
The same bench as the savage beast

Fed with the need to win the race
While remaining at a proper place
Until being struck by the late hour
As we shudder at the taste turning sour

We live as if time wasn’t going by
Polite guests, not even scared to die
Forgetting to get back on the road
To leave behind all the truths we believed to hold

Settle for the chill of the forest stream
To quench your thirst, and go forward
Lightened by the faint undergrowth gleam
Rather than the dull shine of rewards

Leave a sheltered easy life
To adventure into the wild
We might fail taking to the woods
But can’t be bound by shallow goods

One is wise to go his own way
Never mind if you’re starting late
Wolves run wherever they like

We may not arrive in due time
This bright point, keep it in your eye
We must stay on course

Fellows who lingered feel now dismayed
By quite a cruel truth to learn
For any feast, the cost to be paid
Is an amount of life in return