I need a hero,
But I don’t know where to look.
I see people masquerading as heroes everyday,
But no one really impresses me.
I went to the toy store
And only found plastic heroes
That resembled the ones I remembered,
But couldn’t save anything if they tried.
I went to the costume store
And found spandex suits
That the old heroes used to wear,
But they don’t give anyone any real power.
I went to the movie store
And found videos of the heroes
That they had starred in years ago,
But the videos couldn’t teach me how to find one.
I went to the appliance store
And found complicated tools
That the heroes would fight with,
But no normal person would know how to use them.
So I went to the department store,
And bought some ordinary clothes,
And I dressed as a hero would today.
I held up large signs coated in black sharpie lettering
And called out at the racing cars,
The walkers on the street,
And the store clerks seeking a profit,
But no one needed a hero except for me.
I walked to the streets of the city,
No longer colored in stark black and whites,
But in blues and reds and grays.
I stood on the sidewalk and cried out
For a hero to save me,
And no one came
Because no one knew where to look.