I’m not the man I used to be.
He died violent and tragically.
The boy I was is trapped beneath
The rubble of that catastrophe.
I’m not the man I claim to be.
Confident, competent, casually
Adulting unsuccessfully.
I’m hoping for a sequel me.
I’m not the man I want to be.
Beloved, in love and integrally
Attached; detached from reality
And living in a hope-woke dream.
I know the man I’m not.
I’m not the man I know.
The boy that I forgot
Is the man I need to grow.