Wolvish

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
The feelings I get when I witness injustice
Feel the same as when viewing a mountain range — societal disconnect
And when questioning how man forms malintent
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;
A care so tender it gets me rethinking my hopeless appraisals of our society
Oh could I endure a life lived without her, in the wild?
«Oh oh oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh
Could you be wolvish?
Oh oh oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh
Could you become
Wholly the wolvish?
Oh oh oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh
Could you be wolvish?
Oh oh oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh
Could you become
Wholly the wolvish?"
Would it be selfish, or best for us all
If I become so wholly the wolvish one?