I glide carelessly, smoothly, and contently through the deep, dark, murky lake water,
Not knowing that the devious, mysterious, and ruthless hunter is quickly approaching
With the sole intent to plot against his prey then mercilessly yet blissfully slaughter and
Not knowing that today I will meet my maker; I will be the victim he is poaching.
Down my undetermined, winding path through the weeds and small schools I saunter,
Gleefully blowing my bubbles and creating my carefree traveler’s tune, but
I halt in my water trail at the first hint of the presence of the fearfully dreaded haunter.
The hunted cannot evade the condemning temptations of the beast treading the lagoon.
The renowned blue attraction is easily distinguished and catches my attention at once.
I repetitiously bark commandments at myself to move on and ignore the dazing bait but
It entices me, causing a controversial, internal, real battle where there are no fronts.
Back and forth I sway, losing grip on my sanity; I feel suppressed by a heavy weight.
It is simply a mind game that none have overcome and I foresee my despairing fate.
I lose control and dart after the blue wonder out of desperation just to reach it and
To be able to experience adventure derived from curiosity and a purely rebellious state.
The frightful chase begins, puzzling me as the tricky figure eases up yet refuses to quit.
Though I am apprehensive of moving forward I decide to pursue the shadowy feature.
It is like I am racing from the law toward my drug and I know I am about to be booked.
I am gaining on the insistent critter when I glance at the bank to see a giant creature.
Ignoring it, I catch the blue bit, chomp down, and immediately realize: I am hooked.
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