the hunt is over

too busy fleeing the scene
to notice they stopped chasing.. after us
here we thought we heard footsteps closing in
all this time our ears had been mistaken

somewhere along the long line
all the lions gave up trying to find
the bushes and caves weve been holed up in
all this time weve been needlessly hiding

adding miles between
ghosts we couldnt see
and the place we call home for the night

retreating further passed
where were supposed to be
when theres no pursuer left in sight

if all the lions
returned to their den
then the hunt is over
so why do we keep running?

moments before we collapse
paranoia makes us think we see traps
hidden all around our exhausted feet
pushing us onward continually