In Stone - Antimatter

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.