Wolves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfLHPjfczpU&list=FLvPCoXV9q1wpFqQorC-9-pQ&index=2&t=0s

dreams flowing thoughts numbed as the sun rises
eyes open light coming in darkness flees the mind
her blackened soul she finds and looks out as she realizes
another day, another waking hour
another week, more playing power
she stands up on her tired legs
nearly falling down as her conscious begs
just let it go
just let it be
youre too tired
youre too low

but she wont stop
the fear is too strong
fear of unknowing of weakness of longing for freedom of world
fear of whats chasing whats coming the vengeance sevenfold
fear of her own
running

she sets out

running, faster, then the day before
nearing, the dread of her very own core
of who she is
of who we are
of who he is
of who they are

a wolf among sheep, is she really?
or are they all wolves, different feelings
different looks
different dealings
but all of us running
who are we to take the title of hunter
who are we hunting
we are just fleeing
running together
from our revealing
we arent hunter
we are prey
we are running
from the fray
lying to ourselves with what we say

but its problematic, even realizing
the human condition gives us the feeling

its not just knowing nothing matters
a fallacy of justification
its also knowing nothing mattering doesnt matter
and neither does realization
we know reality so it must be ours to control
and yet we are still subject to the whole

but we are wolves compared to the others
we are the leaders compared to the fodder
we run harder and faster and we see the fray coming
we devour on our way to eternally keep on running
we are better because we learned what we are running from
we are better because we arent running fast enough

grab you by your neck and pull you back out
remind you of the absurdity of your doubt
fuck the world and its fray, take control, youre not prey
theres no point to any of it, you get it
your mind wont allow death, you get it
it cannot accept what it dont understand
it can only imagine escape from this land
a mind cannot imagine not existing
it can only imagine losing and winning
the very word death is hollow
read it, let it wallow
you imagine darkness, yet its not even that
its nothing, not even absence of mad
what you seek isnt to stop running
what you seek is a head start

you know why we havent ended it all
because its not a goal or an end, its just more of the fall
and i will be here to pull you back from that edge
and push you towards it upon your request
if you jump i jump, a pact that we never made
and never will, but its dictated as our fate

not even separation could make us different
how many times will we keep crossing
how many times will i push you towards it
how many times will i pull you back from it
and why
do i not feel the need for any of it
it worries me that i manage to live without it
without someone there to remind me of the darkness
without someone there to quiet all the noise
without someone there to dampen the mess that is my mind
its like a thought is enough
an idea
a memory
escaping in my own reality
and yet i need it as much as any
but i formed my own
i pull myself back but for how long
and if anything its worse
if anything its a curse to not be pushed toward
because my fucking god im so fucking bored
but only when i think about it

keep running wolves
you cant stop
keep running pack
we'll pull you back

set out
and hunt