Do you know where the Lone Wol

Do you know where the Lone Wolf travels?

When you look at him
Do you see the proud hunter wishing only to feed his family?
Maybe you see the strong noble spirit looking to make a new life.

What if, rather, you see the moments between then and now or now and then?
Where once proud, now in silent despair
Where once strong, now only surviving.

Going not to proudly provide, but to somberly survive
Going not in strength or nobility, but quiet suffering

When you listen to his calls in the vast quiet
Do you hear the song that pulls at all living things?
Maybe you hear a lost souls torment

When you meet his eyes
Do you see the spark of life
Do you see the cloak of death
Do you see the numbness of apathy?

When you look at him
Are the pages of your own life opened before you?
Are his possibilities closed to you?
Maybe all you see is a big white dog.

For whom then should I weep?

For him, for what might be?
For you, for what you might not see?
For me, for what cannot be and cannot be seen?

What if he could tell you himself, but no one asks?