A Title Missing

Like a duke with no name,
Wandering through an old castle
Looking at dusty coats of arms,
I seek my title, praise, and pride
Among the ruins of memory.

Wandering through an old castle
Seems to me a waste of time,
As I mash remote buttons
In search of my own adventure
From the comfort of a lazyboy.

Looking at dusty coats of arms
Strategically placed behind
Fake stone walls, they await discovery
By camera and microphone
Toting assistants on the payroll.

I seek my title, praise, and pride
In far different and new ways
Than the knights, roamers
And adventures who left safety
And the things beyond front doors.

Among the ruins of memory
My mind dredges forth
All the could have and would haves
That my life wanted to turn into
But I still do nothing but dream.