I'm running out
of places to hide.
Why's there no comfort
in where I reside?
The seeker finds me
wherever I go.
He takes me high
then sinks me low.
A balloon flying,
freely in the air.
The clouds can't stop,
his thunderous glare.
This game's not fair.
I feel trapped in the
Most Dangerous Game.
The closer he gets,
the more I feel pain.
With each wound,
I'm not the same.
Why do I hide?
This is insane.
But the seeker,
no one can tame.
"Everything is great.
You're doing well.
But you ruin it all,
so go to hell.
I cannot stand
how little you do.
Actually, I meant,
I appreciate you.
I ask for help.
You come to assist.
But now I am
really pissed.
So go away
you worthless scum.
I'll chew you up
like a piece of gum."
What's there to gain?
In playing this game.
The seeker will drain
the hider's reign
of a happy claim.
Now all is bane
and he needs a cane
in order to maintain
the power to sustain
a look of fain
when sunshine is rain.
The seeker creeps,
to find his prey.
But the hider knows
just what he'll say.
To the pang he gets,
the hider's grown numb.
But the seeker is clueless
to what he's done.
He doesn't know
the holes he's made.
Or the soul crushed
in each passing raid.
The memories won't fade.
"I hope one day
you'll understand me.
And then maybe you
won't reprimand me.
I have an excuse
to be like this.
Now come over here
and give me a kiss.
You know that I'm
not always the seeker.
Besides, you can't
get any weaker.
Than when I chop
you don't like a tree.
But rarely do it
when others can see.
I'm your buddy,
just be my friend.
But dare not think,
this game will ever end."
So the hider plots
for the day he can seek.
To seek the seeker,
his power at the peak.
The seeker won't know
just where to hide.
For he's never been
on the hiding side.
The hider will rise,
wounds and all.
For he knows one day,
the seeker will fall.
No longer in thrall
nor standing tall..
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