Wolvish Paroles

Feel the same as when viewing a mountain range.
And when questioning how man forms mal-intent
I wonder "Might refuge exist for estranged?"

I tire of sheepish; admire the wolf.
I don't care if it's lonely,
I must become so wholly wolvish; naturally free.
Wolvish; eerily calm in lunacy.

I must go

Off alone in wild
Where I just might escape my restraints.

But what of the other?
Could I endure the cold thought of
Never seeing her 'gain?
Though there is madness here,
She is least one shining brilliance
To challenge the splendour of that glorious mountain range.
(Oh, could you be wolvish?
Oh, could you become wholly the wolvish?)

Would it be selfish,
Or best for us all,
If I become so
Wholly the wolvish one?