A million stones against his skin. A million times he chose to win. The battles, hardships self-imposed. Reactions to his moral code.
Drowning in a sea of gray, convictions broken – romance fades. Pragmacy and practical, replace the ideological.
What’s easy now is not what’s right. If it’s good, it’s worth a fight. The struggle as you risk it all. Solid as the others fall.
Pleading, screaming – “just accept.” Apathy helps them forget. But not the one who walks a path. He chose it then, will make it last.
Uncompromised, alert, alive. He asks no pardon in their eyes.