My temporary hero

He was pretending to be a man
Speaking loftily of obligations and honor
But he acted like a boy
Grubby hands taking everything they could reach
He wants to blame war for his wounds
Because then it feels more noble
It would be a worthy excuse
But he wont admit, though we can all see
That war shattered only his misconceptions

War only cut the strings that he was unaware of
But he is still a puppet and perhaps always will be
Transformation is a little harder than talking about your problems
Especially the glorious ones

His quicksand was sweet and melodramatic
But I don’t want to dwell there anymore
Ive gotten off your roller coaster
But that doesn’t mean I wont always pray you find your way out too


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