After being a spy for so long, and after the darkness of absolute faith, coming down is painful, as for one kicking a habit.
He penetrated deep and believed enough for others to believe that he was what he was pretending to be.
And for a second,
he was almost lost.
If he stays alive, he will be free, the knowledge to free others a secret whisper inside, a meaning for all.
Cyberpunk flower was there. She knows. When she smiles, I'm home.