There is a pressure to explore,

to learn, become, and make progress,

but also to dive into it,

and get inside.

 

Time is a fence,

set to keep the wolves away from

the precious sheep,

lovely, exquiste,

so tasty,

and wolves just want to get inside,

sink their teeth, tongue, fingers in,

and feast.

 

The blood frenzy comes at the first drop

that hits the naked tongue

and sets nature into fluid motion.

 

The wolf can not restrain,

and nor should it,

survival is for the fit,

and there are none fitter than

the patient, cunning wolf.