I saw a man today.
He was holding what seemed to be the epitome of his life, and as he walked across that bridge, desperately hoping someone would stop him, you could see a tear. He walked with purpose, fatigued and angry, but with purpose -- something he thinks no other man will ever understand. He thought the last option was his best option, but that "best" option was his worst. What has his mind made up that his heart feels for?
I saw a man today.
He was caught in between a rock and a soft place in his heart. Love ran through his veins like oil; always keeping the machine running. His body was exactly that: a machine. He took his job seriously in the Corps, but he never thought a day in the life of a civilian at a convenience store would be his last. The gun swung up as though it was mounted on a spring, ready to release the tension of a heart bound by insanity. The lady never got the chance to thank him for what he did that night, but she's living proof of his sacrifice.
I saw a man today.
He was sitting on a park bench. The sports coat and black slacks was just a cover up for a man searching for an answer. Accounting never counted up the cost of a lay-off, but what was he to do? A wife and three children depending on him to lead, but how's a man supposed to lead with nothing to stand on? The loss of career was a secret only known by the shoes he wore. The shoes that walked the New York streets every day leaving empty footprints on welcome mats.
I saw a man today.
He was running faster than Forest. Running to the nearby emergency doors labeled, "Estimated Wait: 30 Minutes." In his arms he held his son. You see, his son was named Gabe. Gabe was walking through the park with his father when he felt a sudden sting. Little did either of them know, the little boy, 10 years of age, was allergic to bees. Little did the nurse know, that little boy would soon take his last breath.
I saw four men today.
One crying with the therapist. One being transported to the morgue. One being prescribed anti-anxiety medication. One praying over his son.
Four different people all gathered in the same place all convicted by the same idea.
Struggle.
