[moss]
What a big man you are
could fight a war with just your face
take it on the chin and leave me open-jawed.
What big words you've got,
reciting lines you've heard on film,
could write a script with just your lust for respect.
Rip off this face, it can't persist,
like shadows in the rain, undefined lines,
a symphony muted and greying.
you're not real, and neither are your goals