It's home I see
Outside we breath easy
Holding on to relief
It's strange yet usual
We hope it's mutual
To be comfortable again
He's pacing around
Up and down
The street where we sit
He's off then he's gone
The symptoms roll off my back
Like slow motion bead pulling on wax
Smooth friction slowed to a crawl
They drop off, I'll wait for more
Nothing is wrong but everything is raw
Focus is honed and I'm in awe
That my anatomy exists
And we are all designed to fail
The kids run by
He pulls out his gun
Shots one two
He's off then he's gone
And if my assumptions are ultimately true
A swelling, a twitch, or a bullet going through
What's it matter in the end?
Malignant cells or murdering
We're all just trying to make it through
Another day without succumbing to
An untimely death with all our regrets
But that's just what we're designed to do
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