I no longer spend my days awake hammering at keyboard keys.
I may have given up on my simpler dreams,
of being the one thing that I dreamed.
I seldom lay awake at night and think of what I use to be.
The kid with many little means,
who never gave up on his dreams.
And reflect on who I am now.
A dreamless man, a hopeless clown.
My ferocious growl has now calmed down.
And I just mutter to myself now.

I think back to when I was more naive.
When anything I dreamed could be achieved.
And I find myself flushed and out of wind.
Just wishing I could be that naive again.