There will always be a gun at your back. Or your front. Or somewhere near where your fear churns. And it is not your job to defer the end. Or the bleeding. It is your job to keep the heart pumping. Its violent living and scarlet song. Some would even say that maybe the gun is a device. That perhaps, it is actually Love. Because love can stop the heart's heaving or push it to a sure sprint. And maybe you can stop Love, but it is not your job to. Maybe the gun is a metaphor for Loving and being Loved and fearing the person who has a gun to your back. That they will one day use it to kill You. And fearing someone with something you do not have. Or maybe, A gun is a gun And you are trying to Survive.