It's Gone

I gaze into my mirror, yet what I see I cannot believe, is that really me? I do not see the greatly shining light That, once in another time, gleamed bright. In my young eyes there was once a fire It burned brightest when my need to inspire Great efforts that stretched so far past What little distance my mind can now grasp. Where did that vast blaze go, my conflagration why does it feel as though I have no imagination?