He crossed the Rubicon
He bared his heart at last.
But better he had gone on as before
And had kept his wounds buried in the past.
For often there is danger,
Dark and wrought with pain,
In trying to convey true meaning
From heart to heart and brain to brain
So now is his Rubicon crossed.
Nevermore can he reverse the tide.
Once cast, the die is forever cast
And hurts of the past forever abide.