The Harsh Light of Day.

You can follow a grey wolf into the woods,
Of the Iberian Peninsula, for quite a distance,
However after a certain time,
The Wolf will turn and fight,
He would rather die than leave his home.

You can track a Wildebeest into the short grass
plains of the Serengeti for many hours,
But he will keep running until his heart bursts,
Choosing Death before capture.

People don’t get old they just become lost,
Some will prefer to dance with the fairies,
To avoid the harsh light of day,
Choosing comfort instead of  the truth.