She gave him a feeling he couldn't run from, hide, nor conceal
And just like everyone else, he wanted something real
Someone he could call on
Something he could feel
Mass appeal didn't bring satisfaction
Seeing as the world is one big stage
One which we're all characters in
He was the best at acting
She put him in a space, a particular place he had never been
The thrill of the chase, the rush of the never ending rat race
With time, he quickens pace
In search of the feeling of that first high
The feeling that's kept him up nights
The feeling that's had waters running dry
Another night equals another fight
For the same ol feeling all over again
They say it's a battlefield
But who wins?