Oh does a man only yearn for the respect and attention he deserves; not that of simple greed, but his entitlement.
But the world is a cruel mistress- where the mind says to take, and take, and a man is left in the remains of what has been taken.
I for one weep for the man who was not spared the road on which he stands, for I am compassionate.
For I know this road.
I want nothing more than to spare the fellow man the pain that this road may bring.
I want nothing more, than for my peers to recognize this, as I do.
Because we do not know- his reasons or actions that have brought him to this.
Is it a troubled past? Troubled Present? Or troubled future?
Or maybe it his not his own choice; but of comfort in seclusion.
Maybe in his past, friends- scared him. Modeled him into this.
He may never leave- this road that the lonely walk.
But I know- I have found myself on it thus again.
