There used to be a man here.
He came and lost his way.
He was only killing time here
And now he's gone away.
There used to be an imposter
But don't blame him, he was lost.
He didn't mean to be here
And he paid a heavy cost.
There used to be a man here
Who tried to be himself.
The internet had told him to
But it didn't really help.
He didn't know what self to be
To him it wasn't clear
And then he tired of treading water
And now he isn't here.
He was searching all his life.
Then, one day, he found a key
And once he let me out, his purpose
Disappeared. And so did he.
There used to be a man here.
I've inherited his life.
I've inherited his Dad-bod
And his young attractive wife.