Him

He hadn't much to say that day,
when the world was brought to its feet.
He didn't know the price he'd pay,
as he strolled on down the street.

It wasn't that he couldn't see,
the road that lay ahead.
Or that he wasn't free,
for he still could have fled.

He simply didn't care,
to run or hide again.
Nor did he really think,
he could let it all begin.

It seems he knew the choice,
for it sat right there before him.
His doubts he could not voice,
the outlook seemed so grim.

And so he walked on in life,
waiting for something true.
His world so full of strife,
He could hardly pass on through.

The moral of his story,
is that you must take a step.
Even if you lack for glory,
your time is never kept.