Call It Time

I write as if there is a gun to my head
Is it a revolver
Is it cartridge fed

I call it cancer
I call it time
You can call it what you want, when it is your dime

Pressurized
Headaches
Hands shake

I awoke today no longer wanting to create

No rules
No grades
No gold stars or smiley face

No more creating for
This need to share more
Did time catch up

Make me realize how little of it I have
See that there is no gun to my head
Only this moment do thee wed

I awoke today no longer wanting to create

I will attempt to enjoy this freedom
Enjoy the now and relax
For there is no telling how long it will last

No telling how long till the bullet blasts