Reflection

One of the things that I've been working on. More of a monologue than anything else. But could use any feedback or comments that anyone would be willing to share...

Reflection




A reflection.
An image in the mirror.
This man, this ordinary man looking back at me.
So... Ordinary.
He used to dream as boy this man. He would lay in the sun and
dream.
He was going to be somebody. He was going to change the
world. How didn't matter. It changed. He was going to be a
movie star a rock star a poet a King of...
Something.
The world would take notice.
It would never forget him.
Time...
Passed.
It raced on always out of reach, never within his grasp, and
his dreams... His dreams...
Faded.
One by one they grew yellow with age and they began to
crumble.
He still chased them though.
Even when they were out of reach, completely out of sight, he
chased them.
He chased them.
Until that day.
When he looked in the mirror.
When he looked into that mirror and he saw nothing.
Nothing special.
Nothing unique.
Nothing extraordinary.
Just a man. Just an ordinary man chasing faded dreams.
And now he just sits.
And watches time pass him by.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.


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