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,
symphony muted and greying.
You're not real, and neither are your goals.