The Enemy

My thoughts come to fast,my hands too slow, Or is it my true feelings I don't want to know. I want to meet my enemy on equal terms, Six guns at ten paces on ground that is firm. With the sun beating down and dust in the air, I'm begging my enemy,please take my dare. Step out in the street so I can take a good look, And pay you back for all that you've took. As I look there's a flash of light, Someone is there ,but just out of sight. I'm straining my eyes,squinting to see, I want to end this and finally be free. I can see him now,but it's not real clear Why am I suddenly filled with fear? I feel like I've been here a long time ago, When I face my enemy I will know. I see him now but this can't be right Somrthing is wrong,it must be the light. The enemy i see,he looks like me, How could this happen? How could this be? I'm not the enemy,this can't be true How can I be the enemy,I thought it was you? But as I gaze upon my enemy,I can finally see, You were never my enemy,it's always been me.