Peek a boo plays
My soul
It leaps, hides and shudders
In constant flux
My imagination become my hiding place;
My experiences become each time of
the booo
The fear and excitement at the game
Are my constant companions
The hunt is my journey
And the seeker is always me…
Peek a boo plays my soul
Running through without a goal
In this game of hunt and seek
I love to loose myself amidst
And as I journey through I find
I have lost myself far behind
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