You traveled far. What have you found?
That there's no time.
No time to analyse,
no time to think things through,
no time to make sense of it all.
You're just playing your part.
A piece that reflects the feeling of paranoia, the focus, and the lack of it in the instant that stray bullet begins applying pressure to the back of your head.
[inspired by Thom Yorke's song Analyse from his solo album The Eraser]