The Bullet

Alone he looked to others having fun.
Never stopping until the mission was done.
It was just pretend of course for he had no friends.
So life was an adventure and every place a secret den.

One had opium and soldiers who never would heal quite right.
Others had people who were dying of fear but appear happy and alright.
There were even more who made you feel guilty but just wanted your gold.
And finally even those who just want you to do every single thing you were told.

No there were no friends to be made among such people whom he could not relate.
Until he realized he needed healing, felt guilty, and was rather quite afraid.
And was also listening to the wrong people who had no better example.
So like the running of the bulls he ran to not get trampled.

Before realizing he was the bull and made others run.
So little by little he gave up and got a loaded gun.
Placing it to his head he pulled...so typical.
Then he became the bullet...free of all.