we live for the fire
we live for the thrill
the hunting force of nature
is what disrupts the still
the search for something better
is not always what it seem
we hunt for air, but also love
our eyes so full of gleam

the night falls slowly
and so do we
but the sun always rise,
to hither be
we yearn, we wait,
with greedy minds
predators we are, but we often think twice

human nature, fight or flight
is it only blood
and war-filled nights?
or love and dancing
and passionate song
or running wildly all night long

some guess
we are a mixture of two
we might break some bones
but we mend and make anew
the search for something better
is not always out of fear
aside from all the anger
are the things that we hold dear