got his own reason

he's got his own reason
to struggle through the day
a sense of loss
and now more than ever
he has got to keep his hands
busy thinking over and over
about how he did it last year
woke up the next day with a deep breath
breathing more clearly than ever before
putting more concentration into it
like never before and never again
picking up where he left off
forget the rest he thought
he might take a few minutes
to gather these thoughts
thrown to the side
where once held tight
his own method marching
toward the cure but the air itself
feels thick enough to cut with a chainsaw
too much all at once
now blind to the obvious solution
comes in a bottle but he won't drink
so he has to tough it out
not to bother with the broken bottle
glass broken promises somehow
achieving the necessary security
when will enough be enough
he has is own reason to struggle
today head not in the clouds
concealing what he needs to be revealing
clues to a puzzle he will eventually solve
even if it takes his whole life
not wasting anymore...