I see him on the ground,

But I am nowhere to be found.

He is helpless, lost, and almost dead.

Should I help him? Should I not?

He will eventually be caught,

Only to fully die the next moment.

He is on the ground,

Bleeding, as all is lost.

Should I help him? Should I not?

It would be wise to let him be caught.

No trouble for me, no loss for me,

Nothing to gain from keeping him from being caught.

His head is to the ground, his heart is beating loudly.

Should I help him? Should I not?

He calls out ever so audibly,

Calls out my name.

A sting in my heart, a cling in my head.

There is no end to this feeling.

Should I help him? Should I not?

Oh well,

Too late.