LONE WOLVES

                                                      

The future locks up the legacy

and fights for privacy

for sustainence, for a bubble to be stuck within,

Bearing the burnt skin of our history every hour

Harbouring a burden of being the runt of the litter

Tryin to put out the fire

A rage that engulfs and leaves us all in tethers.

A society of snowflakes, we are told.

ot being understood is the new normal

our wishes of change to the dense crowd they are being sold.

Any solace people get is to stay to self.

It's primal ordinance

A way to sustain it's impudence 

As time closes in

The smaller the places we live in get.

The closer we get to attaining ourselves as individuals.

As profound as the preaching of self-improvement we see

The lonelier we get and alone is the only answer we feel.

The search for self, necessity to understand others

and the fight to stay strong for all

A greater sense of togetherness is born out of this loneliness

A fight every young soul is fighting

to make history that was once but out in the bay.

and these snowflakes will be a hailstorm one day,

To uproot the stigma stuck behnd our backs hanging.

Lone wolves on the run

come together as one

A nomadic second nature 

to accept the reality is the new future,