Shedding the cloak of the man he once was
to become who you think he should be,
Renouncing the essence of what was before
in attaining the man you now see.
The tedious years have tarnished the shine
of a brilliance he once called his soul.
His pallet of colors now fading to gray
with a brush he no longer controls.
Recalling the daydreams, the fantasies lost,
faint images clouded by time,
Creative ambitions, excited predictions,
a broken man long past his prime.
Regretting his life, in that fictional role
he occasionally stops to give pause,
Remembering the person inspired to dream
in the cloak of the man he once was.