When To a ghostly store I went,
A burdened old man greeted with his old hands.
“Give me a gum dear or I’ll gladly go,” I asked.
With a shocked face and trembling hands
He gazed at me as if he was remembering his past
He placed a hand on his chest, and the other with a gun came out!
What has happened to that old man?
Did he hear a “gun” with his deaf ear as my demand?
He placed the gun on the desk and asked me to chill out for a bit
“I once was that guy asking for a gun;
I was sad as sad could be
With nothing in the heart but voices of hatred:
Give me a gun to shoot my dead soul
Give me a gun to widen my heart’s black hole
Don’t lie to me I am a sinner
Let me die I’m with no use
Let my die or I will lose
This tragic battle with this desperate life.
But, this was the past, and I changed young man!
I lived for today and died in the past
To build the future with my bare hands.