Like a shotgun, BANG!
There it is all laid out for me
sprawled against the concrete
crawling towards...
The light?
Is that what that is,
or is it something more?
Something Higher? Deeper? More meaningful?
Probably not...
Mountains out of mole hills, that's what I always say!
At least, I think I say that sometimes...
Sometimes I think I say...
I say I think sometimes...
Then, out of nowhere,
BANG! Like a shotgun...
