A poem (not by me)

A silhouette amidst the smoke
Walking, pacing, biking where?
He seems the average sort of bloke
Why does he stride through squalid air?

('Perhaps he goes to fight a foe'
'Perhaps it's better not to know'
'Perhaps it is a boring task'
Perhaps it's better just to ask)

'To victory!' he boldly claims,
Thoughts on what he might obtain.
'Or perhaps not' he says ashamed,
Perhaps his work has been in vain.

'He's at the door!'
'His nerves are shot!'
'Perhaps he'll score!'
Or perhaps not.

What occurred, we'll never say
But happier, he looks today.

-Mohinder Krug