What is...

What is this mournful smile

of a man bound for

nowhere?

What is this word

spoken with a sense

of duty?

What is this belief

in nothing but flesh and blood

on which to feed?

What is this finding oneself vain,

sharing betrayed ideals

with the multitude?

What is this shadow,

master of my steps

and chaser of my dreams?

What is this eye

reflected in a mirror,

this instant stolen

from myself?

by Jason R. Forbus