The Gun is Mine To Rule

Two years ago I was the one standing before the gun

And now, I’ve taught myself how to hold that very same gun in my own two hands, how to concentrate and point it straight towards my target,

Exactly at the red point, the heart, or blood, or reddish star, destiny

If we aren’t capable of changing our own destiny and maneuvers through life

Then how did I get into that car and decided to forget you?

I knew exactly where you are, in glass reflections and blurry skies, city roads and factory lights

I knew what you were doing, where you were hiding and I could come to you, back to shivering and holding tightly

Onto a material which is slowly resolving in the waters of time

But i didn’t. It was 11 pm and I decided to drive towards the opposite direction, where the sun was still piercing through the horizon

Though very little, it was still a promise that where i am going is a place filled with light

A flipped coin, turned page, new age, another passage

There was a promise in the sky above my head and the road beneath my feet

Though slowly slipping, I ran and chased it

The only time I turned back was to concentrate

Look at you, point at the red dot that still stared at me directly, devilishly cursing the road which is helping me escape

And shoot.

I shot. And I was behind the gun. For the first time.

Now you are gone and I am fine

Seventeen, freshly off to Berlin

Passing through houses and gas stations and parks for the lost and lonely

You are gone and I am happy

I held the gun and ruled my destiny.