In stories there are no heroes
Just real people
Real people
Whose realities
You can feel
It’s that gray area
Where practicality makes
Love lose its appeal
But then what is love
And is it real
And did you really feel
It doubt crept in
And started to Steal (Steel)
Away the gray
Increasing the appeal
And after all that
If it was lost
Would it still be real life
And was it really real