Hunting

A man and the men and women around him Tell a story of their own There is no great joy or great sorrow There is only a trace of happiness and emotion Life is like a hunting ground where no smoke can be seen Everyone is a hunter They wait for their prey to appear Holding weapons of different models and standards Finger caressing the trigger Aiming through the mind Watching the various prey around you As long as the right prey appears They will attack in their own way