Righteous Reality

The wise always makes

It to see last place

Rather get it right

In a blank space 

Rather constantly feel

Misplaced.

Solitude, that's my

Safe haven;

As long as I'm growing

Old,

I'm never growing alone.

Each lesson was good

Company.

In the crowd,

There's at least one wolf

I've discerned.

It's funny when you

Discover your own

Light...

Suddenly,

You're 

Of

Everything 

Another person would want.

Yet,

I'm not treated right

By wolves in sheep's clothing.

What have I been

Skipping and missing?

The potential?

Or the righteous reality

That people are

Malnourished from the truth...?

The righteous reality

I can come to terms to

Is

Understanding the best decision

For me

Is to NOT pick

Or choose

You....