I have a box

I have a box

And in that box

I have a gun

And in that gun

I have one silver exit

Waiting to be taken

Option over intention

Its idleness indefinite

(Why have it at all?)

When misfortune knocks

I sit with the box

And imagine    the allure grows

It gives me peace to know
I have the freedom 
To walk out on everything 
like my grandpa walked out on my dad
like my brother running from home
like the American dream walked out on the middle class 
I don't have to exist 
That twisted free Will 
Makes me warm inside

But I promise

It’s harmless

Just a thought 
 

Burrowed in my brain 
Not a fire just a flame

Waiting to be blown out