It is 3:30am, yet, sleepless, she is always awake
She lives alone, yet, confident, she is not so easy to break
Night after night, it is the same stand at her window she would take
Staring out at the world, wanting to see the runner for sleep's sake.
The runner, the wolf, she calls him, the wolf that runs along the bay
She's confused by this wolf, like her, he has never rested a day
Running, almost like poetry, steady paces and nothing in his way
The wolf runs off into the night, thoughts of a meeting she'd always portray.
Its morning, she is ready for work, arriving exactly at 8:17
A hard day t'was, the staff was rude and her boss was extra mean
She makes a lot of money, but she is sick of her life and her suicide routine
People are ignorant, uninteresting, and pointless to her it would seem.
The moon sheds light onto her world and witnesses her rage
It is 3:30am, she is determined to meet the wolf, and be free of her cage
She runs out to the street, awaiting the runner she would engage
Maybe this man is the answer, the writer of her next page.
An arrival, the lone wolf is here, slicing through the cold foggy mist
She reaches out, barely grabs him by the arm that she'd almost missed
The wolf stopped, and she could see the gripping of his rough fist
He turned around, she stares at the lips that she wanted to have kissed.
She: "I'm... really sorry... but... what is your name?"
(The wolf stares into her eyes, she feels his intention of not answering.)
The Wolf: "Why do the hands of a clock rotate clockwise and not anticlockwise?"
(She is secretly happy to finally hear his voice, but still very angry at the world and now very confused.)
She: "What? I... because... they... I don't know! What kind of question is that?"
(The wolf smiles.)
The Wolf: "I asked you a psychological question, you could call it a test."
She: "A test? What exactly are you testing?"
The Wolf: "What kind of person you really are."
She: "Oh? So what kind am I?"
The Wolf: "An honest one."
(The Wolf starts to continue running...)
She: "Hey! Wait! You didn't answer my question!"
The Wolf: "My name is... Wolf."
She froze, she couldn't believe her very own ears!
She's been calling this man 'wolf' for almost 2 years!
She doesn't know what to do with her coinciding fears!
This man's mere name is now stinging her like swords and spears!
The day after could not have a slower, more lazy and relaxed clock
Mixed emotions from dusk till dawn, excitement to tick & excitement to tock
The time had finally reached 3:30am, as she waits outside in her quiet little block
Confusion and anger always disappear, with the appearance of her running stock.
Determined to know, all hesitation undone...
Time has spoken and concluded this story's part one!
