Poets spoke of the glories of the present day
About the knights who slew his foes
About the hero that ended all woes
And it was beautiful because it was true
But in our modern age, is it right for you?
What knights wander on concrete streets
What hero accomplishes impossible feats
Men of glory have faded into fables
Replaced by TV actors near dinner tables
The only real icon left to aspire to
Is the rebel who denies this hazy flu
Of life we have chosen to accept
Ruled by the idiots and the inept
The cars barrel down highways at all hours
and quickly consumes the coward who cowers
No time to second guess the day job
Just muster your courage in your hands and lob
Toss you determination to the top floor
Pray you get to see what a higher salary has in store
Once the torrent of daily life is over, drink
It eases the soul and allows the poor one to sink
Into the blurry lie of almost enlightenment
and the half thought out dream of abandonment
Just pick up and leave to start once more
In a new town, in a new place, on a new shore
If only those who dream could actually take wing
Maybe then the city would be filled with souls that sing
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