Lost in himself

What will be remembered
What vanities will last
Narcissist looked back into the mirror
The same as every day
Not just a glance
Never satisfied
An unrelenting passion for more
Fixated on his own image
Lost outside of wonder
No mystery
Unable to see beyond
Just the same hypnotic gaze
Relentlessly looking down the same barrel
Where the bullet never finds it’s mark
He can’t see the glory of the sun
Nor feel the wind upon his face
He knows not the reason for his work
His eye is never satisfied
Nor his ear tired of hearing his name
With him is nothing new
No beginning or end to his madness
He is like a stream that never reaches the sea
A mountain that never rises or sees the glory
Lost without knowing his true image
Lost in himself
He is lost