What day is it now,
I stare like I am lost here,
with eyes unseeing.
I meander on,
walking like a stray pupper,
but still curious.
The curtains retain,
the darkness trapped in the room,
until the sun pours in.
A shot in the dark,
no dull thud or richochet,
just the shots echo.
And so, I say quit,
run and hide or get away,
it’s not my business.
