with the gun pointed to my head
looking straight into the barrel, and thinking that this moment
this moment could be my last
this could be my last breath, my last thoughts, my last everything
flashes of my past, playing in my mind as if it's on a screen
have I really lived my life
did I live it the right way, did I live it the best way
could I have done any better
these are thoughts that kept on nagging me, are these thoughts important
could they be any...