However, he had to accept it. The world he'd built was gone.
One of disregard took its place. It punished those who could dream.
His world was rational and welcoming. He looked to it for comfort.
It pleased him for a while. However, he realized it was tarnished.
The past's truth mortified him now. It glossed over his world's flaws.
In turn, it amplified his shortcomings. His world couldn't match his ideal.
Reality went against what he revered. He relented, humbled by the truth: His ideal wasn't sustainable.