He walked past the pavement
and knocked on the store, its door
where he kept all his lament
once,long ago, long gone past
when he was sad, an alone lad

Reaching down to his waistcoat,
he pulled a surprise:
a knife was the key
sharp at the edges, but blunt on the top
and along with the knife he discovered
an ancient form of a twisted tourniquet

His thoughts exploded, reason died
or rather the rational part of reason,
yes I believe there is such: why I do not know
but that it always made me think slow

"I had hidden this today morning,
to torture myself to an unending
a despair of pain and un-mending
but now I am oblivious: has happiness suddenly invaded me
after I witnessed an old discovery?

Maybe my past is where my present "lies"
and lies it does, as it deceives often my
broken ties"

After this line of, thought of ambiguity
he entered his lament lair
with the weird knife
not knowing the waiting
vague happy that was hiding
and which was dread
by his present , past sinful soul.