If tomorrow never came,

I would invent it.

 

I cannot stay here,

stuck with the needles and racing thoughts.

 

I don’t know why I am so nervous.

I have done these things hundred of times before.

 

 

But every time I stare down these guns

I collapse.

 

Some day all this should become old hat.

 

A hat with a brim that hides my eyes.