Never meet your heroes, they become empty pedestals
Words without feeling, Wounds that will find healing
Admire and dream, all for what they seem
But there is a harsher truth to what you may deem
Have them guide you, motivate you, drive you
But do not meet them, they may shock you
They may insult you and even mock you
Because heroes are human too, flaws and all
But what would they say to ears, to walls
Even if they are kind, and meek
There will always be more that you can seek
Be your own hero, live your own story
For a violent world, it may become less gory
Write your own story, write your truth
Will you be a martyr, detective, or sleuth ?
