Almost Real: Original Poem by Warren

This is another original poem written during the 1979-80 school year. It’s entitled Almost Real.

Of all the things I’ve written, this one probably best reflects my mindset as an idealistic, disillusioned, and (probably) arrogant university student.

Almost Real

by Warren Wojnowski

They walk the streets looking where to go,
A voice in a box tells them what they know.
Ears of wax, they can almost hear
You and me, they are almost real.

They need each other ’till they are dead,
Touch the gold and turn it to lead.
Hands of stone, they can almost feel
You and me, they are almost real.

They fight for their rights, loyal to the grave,
Machine guns defend their country’s ways.
Hearts of wood, they can almost heal
You and me, they are almost real.

They search for the light at the end of the tunnel,
Swept away by the deafening rumble.
Eyes of glass, the can almost see
You and me, they are almost real.

They worship the ground on which they stand,
Pray to their gods for the end of man.
Souls of lead, they can almost be
You and me, they are almost real.

End