Back where he began

The darkest hour of the night. A long-winding street lay ahead of him. No moon light and just a few streams of yellow from street-lights playing hide and seek through the foliage of trees cast an eerie look on the street. Not a soul stirred. All that could be heard were a few stray dogs barking in the distance; their sleep disturbed by the spirits haunting the deserted city streets.

He sighed as he stood and took in all this. The words from a song by Limp Bizkit started playing in his head...

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies


"So," he whispered to himself, "here we are...back where we began."

A wry smile crossed his lips.

He took a deep breath and started on the long walk to nowhere...once again.

An Anniversary Remembered (Unfortunately)

M: If you do need time...

James Bond: Why should I need more time? Job's done; the bitch is dead.

- Casino Royale (2006)

Concentration

Some became lonely because they became successful

...and he became successful because he was all alone.