A ricochet,
Piercing the plans made..
Bounding from wall to wall
While I dined on my dinner.
With breaking glass
I forgot what happened before
And sit among shards tonight,
Staring out the door.
And a bullet still spins
In my wall,
Shot from some gun out there,
I can still hear it.
At one time in my life I was a solitary man.
I'd fry my steak and make mac 'n cheese,
Sit in my chair and watch TV.
Then, a shot rang out.
And now I'm dodging bullets.
Or, I'm trying to get shot.
I'm not sure anymore.
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