The Passenger

He was a quiet man in pain.
His tears I fear are closing in again.
"What you lose in years you again in perspective."
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes, for with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain.

But then, who here among us is without shame?
His way was divergent and cold.
Defaced, this mask he must create.
And the circle unfolding still.
Unscathed, he will turn a blind eye.
He will miss the last train home this day.
Recycled in the flow, reborn again.

"The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing."
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes.
For with nothing to follow he'd let all his will decay.
But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain.
And I have known pain...

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I really love this one. I enjoyed every single minute.
I wanted to find a picture to match this song for ages but I had never found one. Until I came across a profile of a guy on Facebook and he let me use his picture as a reference.

Made with graphite pencils and carcoal.