In capturing your dreams, you must relinquish all perspectives except for that of the hunter.
As time is a jungle and your goals are nothing more than elusive prey.
Your advances, calculated as you stalk their every move.
Tracks, they leave behind – their scent, fleeting.
You set your sights and slowly you hone in.
Accuracy in your gaze; precision with every play.
You hunt to survive.
It’s the only way to stay alive.
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