Shadow On Trail

Collapsing inwards, Been someone else outwards, That’s who he desires to be, Someone he wants others to see, He’s fame-hunger stricken, His coast he intends to widen, He craves to be the cynosure of all eyes, Life out of the limelight he deems unwise. The charlatan's song, A song of hope on wheels, The charlatan's gong, Loud it sounds but none he feels, An emptiness resides within, A journey with no destination in sight, His unheroic acts are sitting, Taking a place on an ivory tower height. He’s revisiting his handiwork, Pulling out the unfired bricks from his stonework.