Execution of potential

On the surface of a tiny world
sat a normal man, a bit too thin
confidence low, infinite within
and very, very tired of life
He stared off with a thoughtful grin
as the gun kissed his scalp
it whispered into his ear
"Let me scream the coming of the silence."
The man sighs and replies
"Patience, my friend, my greatest enemy,
I have potentials to ponder,
self worth's to create
I have time, and the imagination to extend such
"AS DO WE ALL!!!..." screamed the gun.