Utonagan

Utonagan in my soul

and it howls deep into the night,

deep into me.

And my eardrums they ring with the sweet

soft, sorrowful sound of something I'm not quite sure.

Not quite a wolf and not quite a dog,

undistinguished and maybe inbred,

I've been kept awake trying to find out about myself

I think you can relate.

Could it co-exist with the canines

pure bred and pampered,

maybe but realistically tell me where's the place for a mutt

'round that kind?

Have I got the right eyes to set my sights on,

20/20 vision is it better, is it worse?

Would I rather watch the world in high definiton

or would I prefer the lines blurred?

Wild wolf pack in my heart and they run for who knows what,

running to or away and I can't quite tell,

but I listen to their howling words and keep in my mind what they have to say.

I write it out on a page and the words don't match the sounds or feelings,

so how do I translate that feeling to you, to them,

to whom it may concern.

I bite and the canines dig in more then they should,

and I hear the men howl but they don't resist,

I think I have to stop this but I don't know the right way.

Wrong way, does it really matter?

I say as long as it ends.

I think maybe I'll move away for a while.

Indefinitely I can't guarantee my return,

because wherever I head means I'm heading home.