The lonewolf stands
Stationary in the shadows
Surrounded by numerous paths-
Nameless, unidentified, unknown.
Her head's in shambles
Baffled by uncertainties.
Myriad of doors there may be,
Yet none-not even one-to take.
But the threatening tictocs
Of the merciless Time
Synchronize with her heartbeat.
Blood rushing forward-
Forward.
Courageously, the lonewolf steps
Forward.
Wherever those feet are taking her,
She knew not.
Forward, regardless!
Big but slow,
Carefully, she takes her steps
Forward.