Zurich Lake, Early Morning.
He wanted to talk to anyone, someone.
But, didn't know with whom to share.
There was a lot left to say in the end.
Could not find anyone, who will care.
The world went on its way, as usual.
His life got bigger, his feelings down.
There were a lot of people, he could see
The one who mattered was not in town.
He will never know right from wrong.
The chain of his life was losing its link.
He stood straight, staring at the mirror.
Smoke in one hand, and a glass of drink.
A day will come brighter than yesterday.
Daily, to himself, he used to repeat.
Odds against him were rising every day.
Anything, he could accept. But not Defeat.