Wolf.

The truth is like the wind. You can't see it but you feel it.
 It moves through you, it's draws you in, it steals your breath.

With eyes glazed over and a heart that's numb; I debate what's real and what's fantasy.
The earth is shifting, this world, my world, it's shifting.

Will it be for the best or is the worst yet to come?
 Is the glass half empty or is it half full or was there even a glass at all?

31 years stand behind me and what lies ahead has yet to be numbered.

A song and dance is never as real as the answer.
 I feel as if I am seeking answers to a straight forward question on a winding road.

A road that leads to nowhere.

My head is held high, my walk will stand tall, my mind is wide open but anticipating the fall.

Nobody care for excuses. 
Nobody cares for the boy who cries wolf.

I am the wolf. I've been the wolf.

A realization that's evolution was fashionably late.

The wind is blowing, stirring the dust that's settled.

I am patient.

 I am calm.

My feelings are locked away.. locked away for a day that's yet to come.
 Locked away, as they should have been, so long ago.