There is a dark little shadow
that crosses my mind,
a whispering voice
that says
“Its just fine
to walk around being kind,
but don’t you dare be a hero.”

There’s a hustler’s voice
that coarsely calls out
with the weariness
of ages of doubt,
“do, do some good,
but beyond that
if you try to save that world
your gonna fall flat.”

But there’s a third little fella
that is barely perceptible
that find all these others
quite verily contemptable,
he is the hopeful dreamer
that hasn’t died yet,
with optimism that
hasn’t quite dried up.

He tries to tell me
“we can be better
and as that example
be a world trend setter,”

so, I smack myself silly
to silence that foolish child,
cause that little guy
isn’t too bright.