Hero

Hero short poem

Some times I feel disenchanted
from the ordeal that is life.

How good it would be
to let go completely
to have a free fall
or get out of the rat race
stand aside and laugh at the world
even if for a brief period of time.

To be left alone
with nobody to fend
no one looking for you
to go into a shell
even if for a brief period of time.

To put at stake
what others prize the most
life…………………….
to play the risky game
without knowing the outcome..
to live like the heroes
even if for a brief period of time.

Then when that moment is over
and you are still breathing
then like a phantom you rise
and go back to the world from where you came.
but what is important is..
you lived
even if for a brief period of time

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