~(2012 Gray wolf re-mix)~
Walking through the crowd
with a false pretense of casual encounter.
Was invited to the wedding of an acquaintance -
came here to try and connect.
No matter how hard I try though,
I am still a liar, slinking through the crowd,
a chameleon with a flickering neon sign above my soul.
"So, how do you know the bride and groom?"
I turn towards the voice and respond, "Oh....to be honest,
I don't know either of them at all. I don't really know anyone here."
A quizzical look of awkward apprehension is offered in reply.
I simply turn away,
saunter across the manicured lawn
already damp with a thickening night-dew.
Arriving at a miniature, man-made lake,
I already begin relaxing -
the neon sign flickering above my soul begins to morph into something else.
There is nothing here I need to lie to,
and nothing lies back to me.
I spy reflections of stars on the rippling water,
wonder if the Brotherhood is watching the exact same stars.
Are they possibly thinking about me right now?
Of the true mind,
of the true art,
of the cloak and dagger.
They are the only people who I truly relate to.
and trust is the key to everything.
What have I been running from?
What is the point of grazing with sheep,
making funny noises, waiting for an impending slaughter?
In the wolf-pack I have my place,
have my honour and dignity.
Don't need to be a liar.
Standing back to back when trouble comes,
always prepared to make the final stand.
To make a stand as one mind,
Turning from the lake, I begin to leave.
Not a single person here will notice my departure.
Perfect. A perfect circular departure out of here.
The numbers have been memorized for years,
even if some no longer exist.
A pack of wolves including an honesty of soul,
outweighs ten billion lying sheep.
I haven't been able to stop hunting moon beams,
haven't been able to break the spell -
fingers are itching to hit numbers,
to dial connections leading away from the neon sign
swaying above my soul.