Forza

Forza

Is surprise the rise when your heroes die?

When you’re a kid they’re neither young nor old

They never leave that perpetual mold

Emotions their gift from achievements to behold

Heroes are necessary to inspire and desire

Imaginary reality takes hold and you live high in that spire

Life so simple when you cruise the cream

All sweet and triumphant is the dream

Pictures perhaps plastered around your room

Zone of pleasure you can see in the dark even with no moon

Names that excite, you pronounce and swoon

For in that magic you see and hear what was last Sunday’s noon

Sometimes you may meet and be the luckiest of all

An autograph in person is another holy grail

But time moves and though your mind is at standstill

Life is reality and one day that say ciao, into finality