And then I see him.

Bound to his mistakes,

Regret written across his smiling lips.

Even in a suit of orange,

His eyes still shine with hope.

The big man speaks.

Argument not heard,

And there he goes..

Without a word.

And then I see him,

Bound to his mistakes,

Regret written across his pursed lips.

Now in a suit of orange,

His eyes glare with anger.