Taking a chance, he bides his time
one moment to the next, stifling, drowning
in a sea of thoughts, dreams and pain
both intermingled, life does life but
despair hangs ready, he dreams a dream
of the beautiful she, The apple to the worm
the night to the star, encompassing all,
The pain is familiar, the pain of wrought,
forging a man broken yet whole.
Le sigh… le sigh et c’est la vie.