One bullet- daily

A daily dose of madness
That rare moment to smile
That breathless march of life
Gasping once a while

Life eludes me everyday
I chase and cling to the rails
Manage to hold my course somehow
With wind against my sails

Balance daily my burden
Wife, home and kid
And frustrated sometimes at work
I wish I never did

When the routine day ends
and I wish I wouldn’t live again
a terrorist shoots at me point blank
Relieves me of my pain

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