Currently

Sometimes I wish I could like the wolf

disappear to the human eyes

not in the sense of ending life but

characteristically elusive, in the depths of my own being

I wanted to be the wolf and the hunter 

or the wolf and the wolf 

and in silence find myself 

find anything 

When the Nunamiut hunter goes out, he leaves his problems behind

he rarely speaks when he's on the move and give only very brief answers 

I wanted to be like the Nunamiut hunter and leave my problems behind 

the constant ruminating brings a plethora of suffering 

Such things take a long time to learn 

or to heal 

I reckon I need sense of humor to survive