He waits for some wisdom or profundity to appear. He tries to make sense of this sometimes senseless life. Always holding out for the dawn. Will the sun's rays tomorrow bring a different light? Will tonight's moon glow trigger some new thinking about tomorrow? It's like sitting in the desert, wishing for rain. Like waiting next to the abandoned tracks for the next train. He cannot change that which can not be changed. He cannot help her through her pain. He watches the skies for the answers to fall, forever trapped between the rock and the wall...