the hunt

why do you always pursue that which flees from you?

what can I do, for I am trapped in this hunt myself!

but with one such as her there is no end to the chase. have you lost your senses?

I only seek a beginning with her. there is no more 'I' to say 'I am lost'.

but look! the gentle one is drowsy, she's put her head to the ground and started to dream. steady yourself. take aim! the victory is yours!

who is to say who will win, who will lose...hush! for maybe this time she dreams of me.