as much as i’d like to go    to places i’ve never known,    scared shitless to leave home,    and i don’t want to go alone.    i miss the rewarding gaze    of a friend from my younger days,    didn’t mind ‘bout my selfish ways,    as he died i was miles away.    i hope he remembers how,    as i do when i look back now,    though he’d bark at the slightest sound,    would not bite for he knew not how.       and sometimes it’s more than clear,    when morning comes early here,    and i know that the day is near,    wasted days make for wasted years.    now i’m vicious with appetite,    sobering half a mind,    dripping with stolen wine,    awoken by something i dreamt.       harboured by everything i have been witnessing.    postcards and daydreaming    get less embarrassing.    after the day is done,   i will be on the run -    so much for everyone, so much for everyone.    the showdown is endless here,    under the burning sun.    as eyes roll toward me now,    i will drop my gun.