A Wolf in sheeps clothing,
hiding out in the open,
focused on not becoming a prodigy, everybody riding me,
can they see through the holes of my sheets, that underneath im not clone, but in fact a beast?
hiding from society?

Sense that im different, my beliefs are not the same,
to stay away becomes a mission, considered to be insane
coming up I wanted to fit in, enjoyed being the same,
but i knew i could do more, so much more i haven't gained,

So bit by bit the cloth came off, and questions were asked,
and I starting letting go of reality,  imagination I grasped,
strayed away from the sheep, all they could say is at last,
walked away with my head down, tail touching the grass,

I look back on my past as i walk away,
foot prints disappearing in the ground as my future erases
the memories are now being replaced, but certain risks that i take,
and wonderfully creative faces,

No longer in a sheeps cloth, but woven in my own clothing,
Being different is now accepted, ideas being thrown in the open,
Its rare to be rejected when you do your own thing,
And when the moon finally shines, I feel no foolishness when I sing,

who i am finally doesnt contradict with what i can become, and fire has consumed anything that shows who i was before,

so i howl from enjoyment

                          -Wolfboy, Zino