I gaze into my mirror, yet what I see
I cannot believe, is that really me?
I do not see the greatly shining light
That, once in another time, gleamed bright.
In my young eyes there was once a fire
It burned brightest when my need to inspire
Great efforts that stretched so far past
What little distance my mind can now grasp.
Where did that vast blaze go, my conflagration
why does it feel as though I have no imagination?