Away the Armor
I wish I could apologize for being so morbid.
I grew up on fairy tales,
And read stories of brave people
Who would sacrifice anything.
Even their lives.
I grew up reading of white knights
Who fought for honor and glory.
Who fought for their homes: the heroes.
I dreamed of being them one day,
Only now there’s nothing to fight for.
No dragon that needs killing
No war that needs fighting,
And I really don’t know
What to do with an ordinary life.
There were never any stories
About these, the ordinary things.