Rather Than Be HappyAsleep on this the eve of tomorrow,I dream in the same hopes of yesterday.But silence just increases my sorrowFor there is just too much for me to say.Here in that spirit world where life is hazeThere is at least the possibilityThat in the restful hours between your daysYour heart and mind do fondly think of meThen the fear that captains my heart will speakSaying words so bitter they must be trueThat if I say what it is that I seekIm forever saying farewell to youSo rather than embrace what is that seemsI will sleep soundly embracing my dreams.
SuperFor as long as I can remember I have been super strong. When I was three, I was lifting boulders five times my size. By ten, I was moving mountains that touched the sky, and once at the age of twenty I moved the world.There was no one who could rival my strength and even fewer who would try. Soon I had accomplished all things laid out before me. The world was mine, and mine alone. It was then that I met her; the girl who could fly. There are neither poets that can capture her in prose nor time enough to try. Only the language of the heavens could describe her, and the beings there guard their words jealously.I would crush coal into diamonds, tell her of the mountains I have moved and of the worlds I had conquered all in hopes of winning her affection. But it was with placated interest that she listened.What good are mounds of dirt when you can rise above it all? When you can soar like an angel over mountains and through the clouds, around the sun and past the stars? What can I do th