umbrage
i still want to be a superherosaving lives and flying over the city
but like an ailing troubadour
pulliing my pain across the floor
i retreat to the comfort of pillows and covers
and dream of fighting monsters and lovers
i still want to be a rock star
beautiful women watch me playing guitar
but something has blocked the lights
and the winter hours have ruined my nights
it's within this dark that the truth comes about
wasting time made my youth run out.
2009
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