It is easy to sit,
to close up my thoughts
and watch the flashing screen
to fall into
fantastic rescues
daring gun battles
and pretend to dare to glare
into the eyes of death
as the chamber clicks
and a sharpened bit of metal
is unleashed in my direction.
So easy it is -
to dream -
while my vocal cords wither
and my muscles atrophy
from fear-induced idleness.
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