TO DO OR NOT TO DO

TO DO OR NOT TO DO

Staring at the sky
Turning red of setting sun
Time creeping by
Staring at this hand, this gun
With shoulders heavy, carrying
With mind wary, worrying

Warm wind whisking
My curls in all directions
Watching skyline, drinking in
Last time's near perfection
With eyes blindly following
With inner turmoil burrowing

As darkness creeps by
My mind, forever waiting,
Regrets it's wish and I
Put down the gun berating
With undecided doubting
With resigned resolving.

© Darren White