The Wolf On A Leash

The full moon gazes upon him with a heavy sigh

In its light he pants heavily and howls so much

His leash tightening as he tries to jump high

Craving for the moon he can never touch

The bruises on his neck tell half of his story

The rest of which is hidden in his loud groans

Dried tears in his eyes make him look so hoary

Greeted every day with people and their stones

Envied by his pack for being different than the rest

Tied to a rock called "system" that cannot be moved

For striving to be himself and not to be the best

On a leash called "expectation" that cannot be removed

His teeth have gone blunt trying to chew on the chain

There is not much difference left between him and a dog

His fur has soaked the blood of his wounds along with his pain

He lays covering his face with his paws like a lifeless log

Thinking about his purpose in life, maybe it is to touch the moon

But how would he know till he reaches the highest peak

Should he give up on having any more dreams or is it too soon

With his wet eyes, the past, the present, and the future all seem bleak

The moon won't come down for him and he can never be free

Over the pile of cold stones, he lay down, wounded and starved

The dreamer in him died and put an end to the beautiful spree

With his broken nails on the rock, his death wish he carved

Years passed and the mud covered the pile of stones

A kid found the rock that said "FREEDOM is all I wish"

He dug the place and found a pile of decayed bones

It was the carcass of the lone wolf that was still on a leash