The Chase

Out there are hunters

Let's say predators

I have weapons

That could destroy them

You must out-create

It's the only way

I am the hunter

And the hunted

Joined together

You create duality

And neutrality

I must leave you

With the Fire muse

Show her the riddle

It is serious

If you lose

Out there

I'll be the hare

Then I'm the greyhound

Chasing after you

Then I will change my frequency

To a fish that thinks

Then you will find yourself

In the paws

Of the otter

Near her jaws

Then I'll grow my wings

As a flying thing

Flying thing you be warned

I'm the falcon

Watch me change

Into a grain of corn

A grain of corn

Hear the alarm

In your head

I'm the hen

Black and red

And you're in my barn

They would have won

Use your head or you'll be dead