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.
Categories:
unheroic, change, identity,
Form: Rhyme