The tide is turning.
The Young Man silently sleeps,
With his eyes wide open;
Disillusionment creeping in.
His eyes wide open,
Not in fear, not in hope
Not of the deepest Philosophy.
Just Memories.
Just desires to fulfill those Memories,
Those Memories that, never were;
Those memories that are nothing but
Minuscule extravagances of the fastidious Mind.
Hanging on. Hanging by a Thread.
A Thread the size of the geopolitical quagmire
of his mind. The Juice that is keeping him alive;
The early morning Caffeine, just strong enough to
kick him out of his delirium.
A kick just substantial enough to make him exist
yet Another Day.
Another Day is all we need.
Another Day, another beginning;
Another chance to fulfil these half-hearted desires,
Of our empty soulless beings.
Half-hearted desires, that can never be fulfilled;
Half-hearted desires, which test our resolve;
Half-hearted desires,
whose inconsequential consequences continue
to make us Smile for yet Another Day.
Yet
There is that one Desire.
That one full hearted Desire, before which
every other desire fades in comparison.
That one desire, that gives us just enough energy
to Run;
Run infinitely, Run with enough force,
To collide and deform this Space-Time continuum,
And leave our Mark on the unending timeline,
Leave our mark on all the lives we have touched
For good, Forever.
That Desire, that is the desire to live,
If not to live, to survive;
If not to survive, to exist;
Just to get that Another Chance.
Another Chance, not to chase after unfulfilling dreams,
But to make a mark, to touch lives,
And to carve their memoirs in history,
If not in big bold headlines,
If not having paragraphs dedicated to them,
At least in between the lines.
For this, this gives them the closure,
the security, that they are no less than
The Everyday Superhero.
That Everyday Superhero,
Who not only saves lives, but makes them worth living.
Gives other people enough hope and desire,
which they reciprocate.
And most importantly---- has a host of other
Half-hearted desires, that drive him
In his Safe Haven.
Disillusioned and Delirious once more;
The Everyday Superhero sleeps with his eyes wide open,
Only to Rise
Again.