Aviators

Hiding from the world,
Becoming a new identity
Thinking of a new attitude.
I give power to those
That wear me.

The dark reflecting gray,
With the subtle roundness.
Or the half mooned shaped
Anyone could pull off.
Many could even feel
A sense of badassness.

Feeling they could be
Fighting back in the war.
Pulling off my look
And could conquer the
World one look at a time.

Who ever wears me, will
Never leave my style.
They gain a new sense
Of confidence, that never ends
People have been rockin’ my
Look since planes were created.