An Aimless bullet
dashing fast from somewhere to some destiny
to some destiny which is neither known by the gun nor bullet
Does it want to break some shining crystals..
or some dusty window glasses..
or the wings of some benign bird on a branch...
Or.. is it looking for the blood, splashing off from some heart..
No.. Its tracing the way to its undefined destiny..
A fortutitous slip from a foolish gun
It'll move around the world..
as defined by the Newton's laws..
And after all.. pierce into the rockstones of peace..
losing its power and frenzy vigour..
turning to a rusted metal piece.. It'll Rest In Peace..