Sitting there
In a dark restaurant
3pm in the afternoon
Baseball cap on low
Dark sunglasses
Chewing the match
With English teeth
Legends
And whether
They’re created
Or remembered
Contemptuous ideals
Flesh made flesh
From book shaped boxes
Full of writings
Long since packed away
I suppose its real
At least on some level
When you’re in it
Living it…
But I have to wonder
If as you get older
And upon realizing it
And I hope
That if, like me
You’ll have the sense of humour
About who you were
While you were becoming
Who you’ll be…
There is magic in the world
But it can’t be packaged and sold
We each walk a path
And magic doesn’t work
The same for everyone
Beware your heroes
For that was theirs to uncover
But when they try to package
And sell it
All they’re selling
Is the lie…
The image
Nothing more
Than the beat
With English teeth
ⓒ 2010 Shawn Michael Quinn
ⓒ 2010 Shawn Michael Quinn
