I stalked prey
Late at night
And just after dawn
They didn’t know me here
The hills, the sustain
The pain of the day
The rush of walking
In another’s shoes
In following the path
The risk associated with
Faking most days
In camouflage
Something that wouldn’t
Be suspicious, or wouldn’t
Stand out
Is it improper
To hunt without
Wearing your pith?
It’s the genetic survivalist
In me praising the brilliance
Of taking truth with a twist
Not lying
But telling half-truths
And leaving the rest behind
Left for dead
In the wastelands
Of time as I step forward
A falsehood
A prey in sight
A hunter in flight
Consume Reality! 