Hide and seek. As you’ll find out, it’s confusing, this paradox.
When you lose, you really win. No more hiding; you can breathe now.
When you’re found, you stand up slowly. Disappointed, lips curled down.
Play again, reverse the roles. My turn to hide.
But what if I disappear? What if I hide, and you can’t seek?
You will lose, lose me forever. I’ll lose you, too. No winners.