There's that man
I've seen him times before
In many people with their brain in a storm.
He's focused.
Oblivious.
He's pinching his nerves and tightening his brow.
There's that man, keeping it cool.

So much anger,
In that stern man's face.
Don't know his name
Or his story.
But I know that someone's done him over
And in that stern man's heart
Is so much anger.

It's only a minute
That I pass this man.
And in this brief encounter, I can see stone in his stare
A wild tornado of pain in his mind,
And thick brick eyes keeping it there.
It won't bother me all day,
It lasts only a minute.