Lone Wolf

In a world that never stops talking
Where do you go for solitude...
How do you make it where
The walls are thin and they wear a plastic grin
To disguise their true wretched moods.
Silence is so far away in a world that never stops moving.
Always coming and going.
Things to be, see and do
Anything other than what and who they are.

What do you do when you're standing in place
When everyone around is in some fucked up rat race
Begging for a taste
Should I bend down
and tie my lace....
Would that make it stop?
CLAP..... goes the gun
And they're off.
Will they take the noise with them?
I'm still trying to tie my shoe
Is that not what I was meant to do.....

Commotion or emotion
They feel almost the same.
Spikes on every nerve ending
Kicked out or playing the game.
Even considered giving up my name.
But to me it's always felt like a false flame
And something inside, said I wasn't meant to be tamed.
There was a different direction my compass had been aimed.

~Ruby L.S.~

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