The Day-dream Hero

[hallmon]

The Day-dream Hero

He was bold.

He was brave.

He was a hero.

But only in his dreams.

In reality, he was just a zero.

At least that’s what he thought he was.

Often, he would dream that he was big and strong.

Often he would believe that he was afraid of nothing.

Often he would wish that he could do whatever he wanted.

Often he would wish that everyone would give him a parade, just

for existing.

Often he would dream that if he were about to die, that it would be

in a blaze of glory.

Often he wished that his death would happen, just like he imagined

it.

Often he dreamed, he wished, he felt, that he was making love to a

beautiful woman.

A woman who wanted him, and him alone.

Often he wished that wherever he went, women would follow.

But all too often, his dreams would end, and his wishes would not

come true.

All too often, the weightlessness of his dreams would end, and he

would fall.

All too often, he would fall back to reality.