The thrill is in the chase
I lose interest
When I hit first base
I look for fresh conquests
And thrills uphill
It aint no fun
When I get the kill
I need change
Before I am deranged
Stale and old is not for me
I relish a fresh chase
The stalking
The fast pace
When the war is won
And the battle is done
I look again for where I had begun
I am not ever satisfied
This can go on
This strife filled life
I seek my prey
Very deceptively
Gathering their weakness surreptitiously
And when at last
They have been hooked
I let them slowly off my books
They keep floundering
Wondering why
I have left them to slowly die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
battle is done, war s won