Movements in Silence

Sitting in the silence, just a man and his brew

Contemplating next move, gotta think it through

Caught in a moment, eyes on the prize

A steamy cup, shadows in his eyes

One hand on a Glock, other gripping a phone

Life's a game of chess, gotta move alone

In the stillness, he debates his fate

Every choice, a potential twist of fate

Hope and hesitation, dancing in his mind

Seeking the answer that he's trying to find

Contemplating next move, in the quiet space

Life’s a gamble, gotta win or face disgrace

Time’s running out, no time to lose

In this game, it's all about choosing

Reflection in the steam, fogging up the glass

Pondering future, haunts the present, alas

Heart pounding, decision’s near

Find the courage, shed the fear

With the first sip, new plans ignite

Facing the darkness, stepping into the light

Never believed I be put in this position. I guess I’m the best for these circumstances. lost my conciseness years ago. Had to grow up fast when the devil is the only guy on your side sometimes. Maybe when I’m older I’ll give a shit about what I’ve done . Tonight’s a different story though, 2 berettas loaded already made my mind up, just thinking about where to start and how much time I have. In life and in this night