just another day
with fear, i cry, hoping as i pray
going further now
the sky, it fades, it shows out your face
but how can i forget
the things i've done is done and now you're gone
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....