strange.
I've always wanted to be a super hero..
super hero-zero.
Don't call me super hero,I'm not good enough to be one.
I am the super zero,
with super powers none.
But as every little child I know,
I had a super hero dream in my head.
I was looking att the people below,
while flying above them in my bed.
-There he is! someone screamed.
pointing at me and smiling wide.
-Yes, here I am! I dreamed,
and I was filled with pride.
I felt proud of who I was,
the first time in my life.
I just felt so sad because,
at home I had left my wife.
She could not see me here,
when I was someone at last.
Still, her words I could hear:
-You'll be back at home very fast.
Then I woke up from my dream,
being the super zero again.
But she was lying beside me,
so I couldn't really complain.
Poetry by bubblegum
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Written on 2008-12-11 at 15:51
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