Tomorrow

My head, it hurts.
It hurts me
and I want to hurt it back,
badly.
So I think.
I think and now
I can't get the thought
out of my head
of putting a bullet in it.

Sometimes in order
to find the way out
you need to find a way in.

But it's a good thing that
I don't believe in guns
and an even better thing that
I believe in tomorrow.

Tomorrow is my way in and out.