sometimes i wish i could be a man
that man wearing his dark, long coat
like a detective, his lacquered shoes
ticking on the frozen pavements
the full moon causes a shadow
that follows him, until the sun rises
he searched for something, examined
the entire night, still he couldn't find
..
he couldn't find it in the city and also
he couldn't find it outside in the fields
maybe the other night he should change
place, on the inside of his black coat
the gun he was wearing, inside his body
he would throw it away if only
a woman came on his path and then
proved his security, safety of existence
that it exists.. so many guns, we use
to keep hold on our insecurities
to stay cool but cold, to our fellow creatures
that it exists.. the hidden power, of love