At a Loss
The mental frames of the past were empty,
as were all thoughts of any permanence
Feelings of substance crushed into nothingness
by the grind of time
Aimless wandering had become the routine,
faces moving by, in and out of focus
Shuffling along in their daily lives of self-purpose
But he knew better ...
Vanity was a mirror of dark self-absorption:
nobody ever saw the warts and imperfections
when they looked at the image staring back at them
Actually evaluating the loss and the waste
required a strong constitution
And that kind of moral fortitude was not in the
genetic mix of most people
He had let go of his failed ego so long ago,
he had forgotten exactly when
Or what traumatic event caused the dissolution
of his youthful ambition
Now, he walked amongst the ghosts of the present,
seeing shadows of his lost, alternate future in others
He didn’t think he lost much though
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