as much as i’d like to go nto places i’ve never known, nscared shitless to leave home, nand i don’t want to go alone. ni miss the rewarding gaze nof a friend from my younger days, ndidn’t mind ‘bout my selfish ways, nas he died i was miles away. ni hope he remembers how, nas i do when i look back now, nthough he’d bark at the slightest sound, nwould not bite for he knew not how. nnand sometimes it’s more than clear, nwhen morning comes early here, nand i know that the day is near, nwasted days make for wasted years. nnow i’m vicious with appetite, nsobering half a mind, ndripping with stolen wine, nawoken by something i dreamt. nnharboured by everything i have been witnessing. npostcards and daydreaming nget less embarrassing. nafter the day is done,n i will be on the run - nso much for everyone, so much for everyone. nthe showdown is endless here, nunder the burning sun. nas eyes roll toward me now, ni will drop my gun.