Dorian Grey

find my Dorian Grey
somewhat sorrier, greyer
and as night follows day
and reprieve follows prayer
find the face that once was
can't be found on the canvas
having never found Oz
though no longer in Kansas

gone, the bluster of youth
I've replaced it with caution
wrinkles tarnish my truth
sickness ravages motion
should have known that the portrait
would turn out this bad
this is what it was for
you might say I've been had