Post by Emerson on Oct 19, 2017 11:18:31 GMT -5
I used to fly like an eagle, up in the sky. I would race the birds and zoom through the clouds. I was superman. I was the best there could be. I wouldnt fail or fall. I was invincible.
I used to do a lot of things but it was all just a dream. A wonderful beautiful dream, but still just a dream.
Then I woke up and I realized I sure as hell wasnt superman. Nope, definitely not superman and never will be him.
But I dont have to be Superman to beat Jamo. Nope sure dont. Jamo looks like something you might find inside an Insane Clown Possee concert or video. And while he may still think that looking cool is awesome, this isnt high school and this isnt the 90s. Looking cool aint going to help you in the ring and certainly wont help you.
What will you do when all your posing and all your lies come crashing down on you? There has to be a certain amount of reality to this world of us, even if we are based on unreality. Most people play a part and that is their downfall. Eventually every thing gets played out. Every thing gets said over and over. And in the end the ones who drop the facades and speak from the heart will be the only ones left.
Or maybe I am just jealous of the cool face paint and the awesome talk, heh. Maybe it would be cool if I did wear a cape and travel at the speed of a train. I wish I could really be superman and save the world, hell save myself. But its not gonna happen.
I aint no Superman.
Fade to black
I used to do a lot of things but it was all just a dream. A wonderful beautiful dream, but still just a dream.
Then I woke up and I realized I sure as hell wasnt superman. Nope, definitely not superman and never will be him.
But I dont have to be Superman to beat Jamo. Nope sure dont. Jamo looks like something you might find inside an Insane Clown Possee concert or video. And while he may still think that looking cool is awesome, this isnt high school and this isnt the 90s. Looking cool aint going to help you in the ring and certainly wont help you.
What will you do when all your posing and all your lies come crashing down on you? There has to be a certain amount of reality to this world of us, even if we are based on unreality. Most people play a part and that is their downfall. Eventually every thing gets played out. Every thing gets said over and over. And in the end the ones who drop the facades and speak from the heart will be the only ones left.
Or maybe I am just jealous of the cool face paint and the awesome talk, heh. Maybe it would be cool if I did wear a cape and travel at the speed of a train. I wish I could really be superman and save the world, hell save myself. But its not gonna happen.
I aint no Superman.
Fade to black
