Once I think I caught a glimpse of it
from the corner of the corner of my eye.
And when I thought I had found it,
it turns out it had found me.
Maybe it was looking for me all along,
instead of the other way around.
I think when you’re looking for it,
you’ll more than likely walk right by
the real thing, like it was
an Apache hidden in the scrub brush,
looking like another piece of the scenery.
It’s waiting to see if you’re worth the arrow.
Maybe that’s why when I think I got
close to it, I felt the hairs
on the back of my neck stretch themselves
a little bit taller.
Stupid hair, making me a bigger target.
Stupid me, not knowing that reaction’s
what I should have been looking for
in the first place.