As a child I dreamed of what super hero I would be
Should I wear a mask? Or show my face for all to see?
Would I be big and strong? Or maybe small but fast!
Maybe I could fly high or shoot an atomic blast!
How about Spiderman swinging high and fast?
Smashing round as Hulk a hero built to last
Or a team player one of the X-men I could be
Perhaps I would be moody then Batman is for me
Then came my own nemesis twice as strong as me
This enemy was evil and we called it “Reality”
It came without warning its reach far and wide
Only people with lots of money could truly hide
Its power was too great and I was left amazed
Those lost to “Reality” seemed forever dazed
But a hero is good and a hero must be strong
So as myself with no powers I choose to carry on
The battle was hard and tough and still it goes on
I don’t think I can fight no more I know I am not strong
Fighting with “Reality” barely surviving each scrape
I’ve decided now is the time to be hanging up my cape
Today I no longer want the powers I once craved...
Because I met a girl I don’t think I have saved