Hunted Soul

The ways I live by hunt me
I’m the fish at the end of the line
Tempted so often but some sense remains

I always dreamt of what I have
But it is not enough
I have my hearts desire but my mind has other needs

And when the hook is close and the poisons at my feet
When my lungs are empty and I know I’m incomplete
And as I prowl these lonely ways
The shock of you friend brings me back to my days
I fulfilled a new phase of my story
And one day even myself I’ll amaze