days of the wolf

the same forest everyday
you cross in a stroll
some days you enjoy the walk
free of care and with joy in your heart
as if clouds were not even an entrance
in your dictionary of moods;
some days you are so full of song
that you forget the advice of your mom
and go deep in the forest just to see
what there is to see
and you always come home
at the end of the day
from the same path
you have always known.

some days have a tone of gray
and then you know these are
days of the wolf
when you know you shall fear an assault
and beware of strangers
or even friends with too sweet the words.
you walk more alert
and you do sometimes shiver
but this make the pace of your walk somehow better
and you always come home
on the path that you have already known.

some days the fear of the wolf is so strong
that the forest so normally quiet
seems to whisper in your ear
at times that you least expect
advice on where you should step
if you ever want to get
wherever you wanted to go in first place;
sometimes the fear of the wolf
makes you go to strange places
behave in strange manners
or just open up and ask help
from total strangers;

if you walk straight
keep your head up
and trust intact
no matter how much you shake
you will eventually find
the right path and go wherever you wanted
or if needed turn back
to the path you always trusted.
don't let the fear of the wolf change you
just walk crefully step after step
and trust that you'll get
into the light.