He lays silent in the night, sweat dripping on his forehead.
The usual stomach pain is here, the thoughts won't go away.
He's waiting for a sign to put him at ease.
He's been waiting for months, to no avail.
But he forgot to do something,
to ask the question he wants answered...
And will he ever?
He's scared of the answer anyways, he's not up to par...
But he's trying his hardest, thus the pain continues, until he has the answer.
He never will.