The man stands vigil over his own.
Heat washes his face and wind his hair.
The decisions were made and the seeds were sewn.
Rarely in life is anything fair.

An eternity away with time to spare.
Sitting under the awful glare.
The bystander sits in blue and white.
While the people in the mud slip whilst they fight.

The man boards the plane.
Leaving before the problem was solved.
Was it all in vain.
Maybe his replacement will be more resolved.

You ruined it.
You are not beyond temptation.
Proved it once before.

Can it be fixed?
Or will you run again?
On your choice you are transfixed.

The runners raga begins.
You leave them behind.
Forgetting about your sins.

Success is your end.
It drains from you what disaster should.
You did what you did.
But not what you could.

Now you are alone.
An unending torrent of everything you had.
Finished.

Waiting for the next gauntlet to run.
The next challenge to beat.
To rouse the beast.
And justify the breath you take.