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