In solitude he sits granite faced and quiet.
He searches his memories and still can't buy it.
No thoughts of tomorrow burden his brow.
No more then or later, there is only now.
The things that precipitated this solemn event refused to be put into place.
Though he tried to explain he could not prevent, it became a matter of face.
Turn around and start over, wipe the slate clean.
Never let them see your pain.
If they knock you down, then get up again.
If you don't, your pain will remain.
The limit was set with a knock at the door, he was asked to explain his position.
The matter would resolve if he came downtown and gave them his deposition.
The result of their lies reflected in his eyes as he sat with his bottle of Jack.
He severed his ties with minimal good byes, he knew he wouldn't be back.
