wind speeds through my hair
out of the atmosphere i soar
through the clouds
if only a dream
as real as this
could be so true
but yet still to be
a dream
i fly with these kryptonite wings
weighing me down
draging me farther toward death
weakness i cannot over come
Im no superman
Monday, June 28, 2010
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