SUPERMAN
The grandeur of my thoughts
lifts me to places I cannot climb
in the real world. I see things
others are too blind to see. In
the real world my hands are
tied. In my thoughts I can fly
to heaven and I bury my head
in soft clouds. I talk to my
guardian angel who calms me
down when I go insane. In
the real world the sky is too
high and I remain below.
Mist fills my eyes. In the real
world everywhere I go is
nowhere. Armies conspire
against me and madness is
everywhere. In the grandeur
of my thoughts I am made
of steel and I can do anything.
BoySlut 