here lies the charlatan

how sad, that he never was who he was.
he was always someone else.
how sad, that he never went to the places he wanted to go.
he was always somewhere else.
never ate the foods.
never drank the drinks.
never danced the dances.
never told anyone who he really was.
how sad, that he lived in fear of being discovered.
what a shame, that he never spoke the words he wanted to say.
and never said them the way he wanted to.
what a shame, that he sat at his desk, paralyzed.
what a shame, that he penned this eulogy in the prime of his life.
with the colored ink he so adored.
at a job that made him more money than most.
with a family that loved him.
with fine clothing, fine food, and a fine home.
what a shame, that in his quest to be all things to all people, he was little to himself.