The wind creeps up under the floor.
He's in there watching the door.
A light sneaking in underneath.
He tries not to forget how to breathe.
He knows he should rise and shine.
Put every life down on the line.
But the light that was ever so clear,
Has faded and now disappeared.
And he wondered what would happen.
And he wondered what he could have done.
Or he should have gone,
had he only won.
What could he have done?
He's frozen up, numb by the terror.
Of what he might see in the mirror.
Taking the phone, or the hug.
Undisturbed,
he dares a look.
Maybe there's something he'd missed.
Forgotten, repressed, or dismissed.
He screws up his eyes and agrees.
All's to his liking, he's pleased.
And he wondered what would happen.
And he wondered what he could have done.
Or he should have gone, had he only won.
What could he have done?
The shadows grow taller and gray.
As the dark of the night eats the day.
The dust on the road settles down.
Sun retreats, he can't stand his ground.
He finally goes for the door.
And opens his eyes to explode.
But outside everything has gone dark.
He's too late and he knows it in his heart.
And he wonders what would happen.
And he
wonders
what he could have done.
Or he should have gone, had he only won.
What could he have done?