The Lone Wolf
What is a kiss if a kiss is never never rated?
What is honey if the honeydew's is not ripened?
What is love if a heart on fire is not my fire ?
What are dreams if night's are days just frightened ?
When the subconscious is my conscious
And my conscious drives my subconscious
One word frames my Freudian disorder: Anxious
Control freak my rhyming truly obnoxious
And as I stood alone facing a fork
Two roads diverge one more traveled one the less
A monk, a loner, a lone wolf not a curse
Lovers come and go, many friendships do oppress
Solitude my choice the road less traveled
Discoveries I find blessings in traveling
Kisses from the Sun, love songs from the winds
Nature sings when active ears are channeling
January 31 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013