I dreamt that I was Roger Moore

changing into Max Wall

then suddenly remembered that 

we can have multiple personalities within us all,

contemplating no doubt aspirations

beyond our grasp, like a rush for glory or suicide. 

 

In the meantime I felt a desire to impress the ladies

and attend casinos wielding a Walther PPK

gravitating to putting on tight leggings and a wig. 

I awoke in a state of confusion,

who was I really?

just a dreamer in a world full of dead heroes

as irrelevant in today's world

as fireside chats or seaside pierrots.