{It's a cycle}

Every year,
he comes to the same point,
to the same place,
when he seats in the floor,
he looks at the dark sky,
and wonders,
What did I do wrong?
he knows he isn't perfect,
but he tries hard.
trying hard does not seem to be part of the plan.
-he guesses-
so,
then?
what does he earn?
what does he deserve?
he is tired.
he once told me.