Bullets

We are shot into this world, blind bullets we are. Broken barrels that steer us, Will we fall short? Or go far? Driven by cruel or innocent desires. We can be deadly, Piercing hearts, starting fires. We are aware sometimes, others are mere fortuity. But we will try again, until its right Try harder, and perhaps gain some visibility. We’re breaching the ceilings of set expectation. Walking down the broken road paved “for us”, We will not sit in their condemnation. We are ready to do something, For us, our future, our world. Impact like a bullet, and no longer wondering.