The Hero’s Act

Sun sinks in the sky’s lament,
Still you wait for your moment,
Caged in your self-made shrine,
Dreaming of your day to shine.

"There must be a better way," you say,
"One day I’ll rise and make my hay.
Today’s not yet my turn or time;
I am the hero biding for prime."

But heroes never stand and wait,
Nor greet the dawn a minute late.
They grip the oar through raging roar,
And cut across the ocean’s core.

You watch their stumble from afar,
Like a critic lost where dreamers are.
You savour defeat’s bitter treat,
As if you’ve never tasted sweet.

Yet while you gloat upon your shore,
They set their sails to seek much more.
True, you could be a hero of glory,
But theirs make for a better story.