We all dream
Of being heroes.

We all want
To fight “the good fight”
And stop the barbarians
From pillaging Rome.

We all feel
The need to be
The torch bearers
Of justice.

We all think
We’ll be that “good guy”
Who will draw first
And save the day.

We all crave
The chance to prove
That we’ve got what it takes
To win the war.

We all see
Ourselves as incarnations
Of Dirty Harry,
Wyatt Earp and Rambo.

We all know
That we could beat the monster
If we only had
The chance.

Until we finally
Meet him face to face
And find ourselves staring
Into the cold reflection
Of our own eyes.