Standing there waiting Thinking that time is wasting This is the shot that I’ve bought The rope is taut, tied in a knot This is all I got Say goodbye to my plot
Standing there caught Thinking that time is rot Blazing gunshot The room fills with fraught Firing like a snapshot
Standing there in a time slot Thinking that this is all for not There’s a shot Fired from a hand so hot Brought by an abstract thought Death as its mascot
More often than not I need freedom from thought But this is my shot And I’m not done until I’ve fought
This came 2nd place in my school boards poetry/song lyrics category in their writing contest.