A long time ago
In a galaxy far, far away
I once believed I’d fly an X-Wing fighter
I once believed I’d have a droid
I once believed I’d make a deal with a Jawa
I thought I would learn to wave a lightsaber
Like the cooks at Benihana
And fire lazers into the belly of the evil Empire
And be the last of the Jedi Knights
But Obi Wan was just some old curmudgeon from the first floor
Who got arrested for showing himself to little kids on the train
Yoda was a wineo who died in the alley on Christmas Eve
He taught me the discipline of licking the screw cap for an extra drop of sanity
And droids were just garbage cans that met at the curb every Wednesday and Friday
Until the Jawas came to dump their guts into roving scrap collectors.
But I did get to meet Hans O’Lough.
And he introduced me to a princess named Leeah
She was monotone sweet with lava lamp eyes
And he had a mutt named Chewie.
They took me to see the millenium falter
Where I blew my mind drifting in warp speed
It was an overwhelming rush of energy and rage
And then, finally then, I realized my fantasy:
The Force was with me.