"Ah! You've lost again!", he says. You collect yourself just to leave. Not a trace of pity surfaced, You leave, feeling a little peeved. "What kind of man was he?", You wonder again a bit later. "Time to rest now!", it was he. You trash that, and feel so bitter. Not far lies the real test and You still are not ready for it. Your ego stops you to give up, You vow and pick up bit by bit. The day comes and you feel shaky. "You can do it! I know you will!", He shakes your hands, leaving you free. You wonder whether you ever will. Having come this far, you go with it. The time seems to disappear in a blur. "Tomorrow!", he says, and sounds a bit Nervous, you are surprised, not stirred. You clear it, and you can't believe it. "Damn! I know you will dear!", he says. What was that?, you can't name it. Bright sun, after rains. His face!
