Path of the Wolf

Beware a deal that is meant to be fair  Among the crowd at the feast  Where the prey is pleased to share  The same bench as the savage beast  Fed with the need to win the race  While remaining at a proper place  Until being struck by the late hour  As we shudder at the taste turning sour  We live as if time wasn't going by  Polite guests, not even scared to die  Forgetting to get back on the road  To leave behind all the truths we believed to hold  Settle for the chill of the forest stream  To quench your thirst, and go forward  Lightened by the faint undergrowth gleam  Rather than the dull shine of rewards  Leave a sheltered easy life  To adventure into the wild  We might fail taking to the woods  But can't be bound by shallow goods  One is wise to go his own way  Never mind if you're starting late  Wolves run wherever they like  We may not arrive in due time  This bright point, keep it in your eye  We must stay on course  Fellows who lingered feel now dismayed  By quite a cruel truth to learn  For any feast, the cost to be paid  Is an amount of life in return