The story of the Lone Wolf
There was a lone wolf who lived by himself, wasn’t looking for people to bring him wealth.
He loved to drink booze, fancy women and drugs. But this always got him trouble with thugs.
So he put down his bottle got clean and dressed. Went and drank coffee and got lots of rest.
He started to socialize with people and talk. But he didn’t like the topics they walk.
They point fingers and whisper and grin. They talked about people even though they don’t know where they have being.
So he left that crowd and went for a walk to the park. Sat by the river and stayed there till dark.
He got up and kept walking into the brush. It felt peaceful it gave him a rush.
The animals there made him feel free. No judgment or bickering it made him feel glee.
He realized that the forest was clean and better. Better than the city even in fowl weather.
So he packed his bags and set out to walk far. Because the forrest is better than all at the bar.