On the marshy banks of the river temptation
I grow shorter, sinking deeper into indulgence
I want to dive in nude, exposing my true nature
but yet, over the fog, across the ripping currents of conformity, I see him.
The man I yearn to be and fear stricken for failure I pull at my legs and pull at the vines and shovel at the swallowing mud consuming me deeper into reality, further from the man I see across the torrent.
Well postured, with a bright smile, a warm wave and a full head of hair
and it is with the image forever branded onto my cortex that I sink in defeat at the seemingly impossible distance between us.