I walk among them,
lean and mean.
My instincts always,
sharp and keen.
Primordial vision,
a primitive thought.
To survive and kill,
is all I ever sought.
They're never realistic,
just another statistic.
Preoccupied with a life;
so materialistic.
They move away from me,
for me they abide.
I sense their fear,
they cannot hide.
I stare from behind,
piercing blue eyes.
In their oblivious daze,
trying to elude my gaze.
Cell phones hanging,
from their thighs;
another device,
to spread their lies.
Why survive?
Why be like me?
You have a degree,
but are too ignorant to see.
Mere possessions,
will not keep you alive;
but only the primordial thoughts,
by which we survive.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wolf-among-sheep/
