The hunted

Thousand miles undertaken

And countless corners passed

Still searching for myself

In this concrete jungle & trees in cast,

I wanna be lonely hunter

To hunt my mind and tame my soul.

Fame thirsty hounds in collar

The cracking leaves of my dreams

Storm of grime blinding the sight

But what visions do you expect in grims

I wanna be a lonely hunter

To clear my sight off the cover

Deception by minds closer to heart

Creating blind patches in empty life

The silence of forest still unheard

Better not fill that patch again to be sliced by knife

So i wanna be a lonely hunter

In this marsh to fish the self out of depth

Out in the open are predators hungry

Feeding on your hopes and dreams

Keeping the hunter from being hunted

And to be ready with sharp weaponised wits

I wanna be a lonely hunter

To hunt myself away from hate.

-Omkar