Could it Be…?

Pure silence
The sign of nothing?
Or the sign of something?
Creepy mischievous eyes lurking around
Like cunning lies
Or peace and quiet drowning the air as if no one were there
With heavy breathing
And your eyes pleading
There is a scrunching noise
What could it be?
Somebody coming for me
Or nature just doing its thing
Whatever it might be
I don’t think it likes me
With my body at its physical peak
I turn and run like I’m shrimpy and weak
It could only be one thing
The greatest trickster the world has to bring Will it ever leave
Will it ever believe
Or is it just…me.

Our imagination can be our greatest uprise or our greatest demise
so don’t fool yourself
and forever be wise.

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