-His Choice-
Creeping around
Behind the bushes
Under the brush
Creeping
I am hunted
He has made his Choice
No turning back
Still creeping around
Hunted
I have to hide
In a tree
Behind a building
He always finds his Choice
Hiding
I am the prey
I am the deer
He is the lion
He will not give up
He has to have his choice
Prey
He has found his Choice
Huddled in a corner
A muffled cry for help
Not heard
Found
Now it’s all over
I am no more
Yet I am still alive
I am like Him now
Not me anymore
Over
