Disillusioned

People laugh; I mourn.
People sleep; I cry.
Where are the heroes of yore?
Where is my Atlas to hold up the sky?

I’ve sought it — yes: forever,
In the stories and the books.
Something higher; something better…
Whoever finds for what he looks?

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