Old Woes in New Clothes

Tonight is one of those nights
When even the most inspiring soliloquy
Fails to fill me with delight

Today I felt serene as if in a dream
But am now face to face with a charade
That would make Death himself utter a fearful scream

My thoughts are often like a firefly in the night
I have forever left somewhere behind
The only light I ever knew in life

Indeed, I appear fresh-pressed
But while so avidly dressed
I am still an inexplicable guest - at best

Underneath this visage that is sweetly worn
There is a spirit that never ceases to fly
Even when its wings are tired and torn

True, time and trial, together, have weakened my breathe
But I’m not just what I appear to be, I am what I am
And so I will be unto the time of my death…