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Two Guns Two Bodies


The looks were deep and the moment was full of fear.

Two guns, two bodies, two lives or nothing else.

What's beyond the great unknown?

Is it worth everything you have here?

All because of a Stare?

I wonder why we push the limit.

Why dig for the unexpected?

When all can be dissolved.

But many things we let influence us.

A High, a low, a mood, a drink.

All those things ... subject to pain.

A simple look could change your day.

One man must think about what he has around him.

What really means more?

This Moment in time, or everything and more?

Enjoy your time for what you have.

A broken clock won't tick again. 

A gun can't make you a man.

Play around...you will die where you stand.

Just walk away.

Have no care for what someone say!

But care to have another day to see your family face.

Two guns, two bodies, two lives, or nothing else.

Think!

 

 

                                                                         W. Johnson.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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