Wolf On The Run 1.10.2020

She said “get me out of this dump".

I took another drag, smiled and cranked over my motorcycle,

Slammed through the gears and got us away from the place dragging us down.

The summer sun slowly faded into a sky of a thousand stars.

She felt free and I felt like a wolf on the run.

A nomad never feels at home and my restless soul forgot what home felt like a long time ago. X