Your gun to my head
giving me a challenge.
I feel you next to me-
so close. Nothing's wrong.
How do I
respond to this?
I don't. Passive
resistance of fear.
I should speak
plainly, but
clearly words escape.
Orion speaks as much.
This was not here
for so long,
but I knew it was.
Sleeping to find again.
The tree has fallen,
and no one was there
to hear.
The stars fall, but
no one was there
to see.
Actions overcome words
but both can still shatter
on the floor like glass.
Tell me now...
With steel to my head,
uncertian of what is
in front or behind-
What should I do?
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