Surely As A Rocket Poem by Gary Diamond

Isn't it nice when you gaze at the sky.
That's what the pop songs tell us.
They extoll the virtues of love through sunny skies and golden stars.
But those writers didn't scratch the surface.
Surely as a rocket the myth of the sky disappears.
Surely as a rocket the flimsy nature of their words is true.

You see, those who think they know love, do not at all.
They stand tall and they kiss their beau and think they know.
They buy into the myth, the fallacy, because it's the thing to do.
They try to forget all the times they came up short like the shrews they are.
Surely as a rocket it'll be blown away in cinders.
Surely as a rocket it'll reveal the true nature.

You see, the jet pilot doesn't see the mess he left behind.
He looks forever forward.
The astronaut, the cosmonaut.
Gazing at the illusion, and then past it.
No wonder they don't last long in space.
They see both sides of the coin as we never could.

Why is love such a commonly used word, I have to wonder.
You only truly know you had it when it was then torn asunder.
You have to weather this locomotive or rollercoaster.
You have to force yourself to wake up from your self-imposed slumber.
Surely as a rocket you'll live together.
Surely as a rocket you'll brave hell together.
Surely as a rocket you'll buy into each others lies, maybe get married.
Surely as the rocket that exploded and took it's crew with it
You have to hold on to the bitter end to know it.