Blind man at the station (no destination),
in the same place at the same time,
his dog laying loyal at his side.
Who does he wait for and why?
He doesn't know me like i think i know him.
He doesn't know me as i pass by.
Young woman...
She waits at the station with her child.
She dreams of a reconciliation with the love of her life...
And now she's hoping that he'll soon arrive,
but it's been a while...
It's been two hours now
and he won't arrive on the next train again,
and she'll never know why
he gave her hope by saying that he still loved her and their child...
She'll go on living her life.
She'll go on just getting by.
I try not to give it another thought
as i make my way into the city,
still, it has an uneasy effect on me and my pity
as i pass by wild eyes,
restaraunts and bars.
Slinky girls and guys,
prostitutes and expensive cars.
I meet my friend the ardent fight fan,
somewhere bizarre
and he proceeds to tell me how lucky we are
to have grace,
valour,
and looks that compliment charm.
Clearly he had had a drink or two,
but a drink or two helps him tell the truth.
I adored him for making me a part of something that he loves...
Blood, sweat, guts, and boxing gloves...
The days at the old gymnasium
where i took part and heart from stories and conversation,
and gave every inch of my determination.
While talking with my friend the ardent fight fan
i wonder about the young woman and the blind man...
What are their hopes for the future?
What are their plans?
I hear of other people's dediaction and expectations
but sometimes i don't understand...
Much as i'll never understand
my friend the ardent fight fan. | 
