A child sees his World’s fading light
Making a begrudging retreat
Fickle rebellion usurped by daylight’s fade
The Bastille to petulant ambition, defiance
A youngster’s bravado blocked
An extensive bastion of despair
Until glacier eyes catch sight
An aurora; new possibility
Now standing in the inevitable passage
A frail screen door with edges frayed
Closed one final time through determined hands
As blissful ignorance is abandoned
Where a child once stood
Only a man remains
Erased by a motif; surrounding his profession
Grasping for what is now recession
Expansive worlds of his imagination
Lost and reduced behind lock and key
Now just a figment of who he used to be