He stares back, he glares back at the eye of the vicious storm hes holding on defiantly cause he wont give up his decency not sucked in by evil nonsense not weighted by a guilty conscience the quiet man leads a quiet life hoping for the day he sees the light his reticence was heaven sent and everywhere he turned he saw the ways of the world and they were hell bent he kept his virtue to himself peace of mind is a fleeting thing and hes not sure when he comes across it peace of mind is a fleeting thing at least sometimes he can enjoy it, thats more than they can say cause they dont change their evil ways more than they can say cause theyre trapped in the storm they created the quiet man could say hes seen so many lives decay but he chose to never spread his word so when hes gone his virtue fades away