I've been the man I thought I wanted to;
It wasn't very pleasant. Turns out I
Did not know everything I thought I knew
Or knew the what, but did not know the why.
My self-ideal was over-idolized,
The perfect person only as a dream.
Unfortunately, he, once realized,
No longer was what I had hoped he'd seem.
A false mirage of manhood, that was him,
And since I had achieved him, that was me;
I know now he was made upon a whim,
Though at the time I'd thought him certainty.
So please forgive me if I do not choose
To idealize; it's easy to abuse.
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