The Hunter and the Hunted
I keep running from something, but I do not know what
It keeps following me no matter the places I go or the doors I shut
I never hear it, but if I wait too long it’s upon me
Though I hide, it doesn’t matter, I’m never free
It’s in my head, it’s in my soul
Filled with dread, seeking control
Constantly running is killing me inside
Sometimes I wish I had already died
Instead I continue my pace, I carry on
I push myself forward in this exhausting marathon
Maybe I’m not running away, but instead towards
Maybe I shouldn’t be afraid of what’s behind as I continue forward
Falling over and over, I always somehow manage to pick myself up
Despite the doubt and fear, I am confident, never admitting defeat, I know I am tough
My resolve is constantly tested as I hear the voices inside criticize and taunt
But I have undying hope and an iron will, I will get where I am going, I will get what I want
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