When life's a lie and people are machines
Displaying what they need on their faces' screens;
When emptiness is dark and rains are cold,
You know where to run and who to call.
He is there, your Pocket Hero,
In a pocket of your heart,
He's imaginarily real,
Your inseparable part.
He's your Muse and the begetter
Of the boldest of your dreams,
He's around and you feel better
(Never catching what he means)
He looks at you from portraits that you've drawn,
He stays under your hat when you escape alone.
There's nothing to explain, no one to fix.
He is derived from what your soul keeps.
He is there, your Pocket Hero,
In a pocket of your heart,
He's imaginarily real,
Your inseparable part.
He's your Muse and the begetter
Of the boldest of your dreams,
He's around and you feel better
(Never catching what he means)
A Pocket Hero
© Copyright: Анна Винни, 2014
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