Chapter 15: Chase

What could you do but run like the game,
when the fatal forces came hounding you?
So you ran for dear life;
you thought about the wife,
you thought about the strife,
and you ran!

You had hoped for a way out without shame,
but that was only before they saw you.
In your hand was the knife;
the scarlet fountain was squirting out,
a guilty mountain, you were standing out.
Then you ran!

Why does the world not look the same,
when the brutal sword hangs upon you?
Ageless wisdom dawns on you;
it has always been this way,
you chose to see it another way,
and you ran!