He slipped in the shower stallnHit his head and diednHe had lost his concentrationnfor a momentnAs the water fell on his shouldersnHe thought about a timenHe thought about a timenWhen life was painfulnLike the time we walked home in the rainnA summer in Florida where he nearly frozenA morning in ChicagonWhen the dawn meant nothingnto nobodynA fall in the winter that killed himnnHe had lost his concentrationnBlame it on a sharp movementnBlunt porcelain concrete thoughtsnLife was getting hardnHis past thoughts were meaninglessnFuture thoughts unheard ofnPresent thoughts hopelessnHis head felt like a loaf of breadnWith the crust peeled offnSandwiched between the shower stallnAnd purgatorynHis life went down the drainnnA cold fall rain, a distant vague painnA long black trainnChewed it's waynThrough soggy New England forestsnA chosen place of farewellsnAmong the pines that someday fellnAmong the pines that someday fellnAmong the pines that someday fell.