I own nothing of Wreck-It Ralph. That's Disney and Pixar's shtick. I also don't own the song, "The Wrestler," my theme for Ralph. That belongs to Bruce Springsteen. All I own is this silly, little poem.
You see that big rock
Falling into the mud
The stone folks mock?
Its pride breaks with each thud.
You see that one-legged dog
Hopping all over the place
As lost as someone in a fog?
It falls flat on its face.
You see that no-good bum
Standing on your front door,
Crooked smile, smelling like the slum?
He doesn't wanna melt through the floor.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
All except here.
The stars got it all and more.
How come the rock didn't know?
Why didn't the dog see it before?
Where should the bum go?
"It isn't here", the stars say.
"Nothing's here; get the point?"
"Fine, have it your way.
Sorry to disappoint."
There's a way up there.
But the stars are right.
The gold is nowhere here.
So find another way to the light.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
All except here.
Gunshots and shouts ring away
Rocks end up crushed down
Dogs put to sleep if they're astray
Bums buried facedown
The goal's worth all the trouble.
Nobody said winning was a cinch
Except the wind makes for double.
Can't seem to brush it off in a pinch.
But the wind's got its own problems.
Mountains block it wherever it goes.
Gotta get one of those emblems
Cuz the wind can't run wherever it blows.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
All except here.
"Scratch my back, and I scratch yours."
Sounds fair enough; the task's almost done
Getting closer to those star-studded doors
At least until the wind says it can't run.
This ain't the end of things yet.
This rock's gonna break through.
This dog's gonna dig, ready and set.
This bum's fired up, strong and true.
It's gonna work, gonna go far and long.
There's no mistake about that.
Run, wind, run, keep going strong.
Earth's shifting at the drop of a hat.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
Even one here.
But the skies don't look right.
Mountain Majesty leads somewhere and nowhere.
Not a win-win way in sight.
None of this is right or fair.
There's the gold that started it all
Dreams feel so mocking this time
Now they're the start of a fall
Hearts will sound like a broken chime
No other way to win this part.
The rock has to hurt the gale.
The dog has to tear this apart.
The bum's gotta give up and fail.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
All except here.
"You really are a bad guy."
That was the truth all along.
And the wish to be high in the sky
Shook everything like the ring of a gong
This ain't the end of things yet.
This rock's gonna break through.
This dog's gonna dig, ready and set.
This bum's fired up, strong and true.
"I am bad, and that is good."
"I will never be good, and that's not bad."
That's what had to be understood.
And for the first time, the bum is glad.
Flowers, flowers everywhere
Never be here.
Wind comes a-running and crashing
Rocks don't have to break out and away
Dogs don't have to fall flat and wasting
Bums don't have to lose their way.
Look there, here comes the sun,
Everything lost comes back to life
Purposes return to let the wind run
This bum hasn't lost in the strife
Don't need to reach up anymore
That gold can rust for what it's worth
Things are better than they were before
Look the same 'cept there's a smile on the earth
Flowers, flowers everywhere
Not one here.
Flowers, flowers elsewhere
One calls out bold and loud
A new friend, a new dream there
Bum smiles; don't need to make a sound.
G'night folks. :)