He sits, leaning back on his forearms

staring at the pitch black night sky that is covered with the freckles of tiny little lights

He's contimplating his place in this so called world,

some might say he's just strange 

Others label him as a suicidal head case 

But, He likes to think that society is like an undercurrent,

trying to pull him under the water level or acceptance 

And so,

He begins fighting an uphill fight for his life,

with his favorite knife, agianst loaded guns and tanks,

just one man with a couple of hand made shanks,

going up agianst a whole army of infantry;

But of course he is going to lose, 

why do you think he has a gun with only a single bullet loaded into the chamber?