Waiting for the numbers to go up;
while sitting wondering when the weight goes down.
How much sanity is left?
And who knows how much hatred is right?
Directional focusing,
of latitudinal shallow footsteps;
and swift meetings in secret-
it seemed so much better with the thrill of the kill.
Scamper along
dear little prey.
A tasty snack for those broad planes;
Oh, but I forgot to mention:
There is no hiding in this game...
