i'm not made of steel
i am more real than i thought
and i caught myself slipping
on invincibility
no power for flying
i keep trying but land on my face
i am a disgrace to super
on the balance
i will die someday
no delay at the rate i am going
i should be slowing down now
for tomorrow
the reckless life i lead
will bleed me dry before my time
this prime i should be in is haste
and dangerous
less triumphs more fails
guard rails aren't breezeways
the blaze has ignited
who will save me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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