His name is Beau. He's a planet, too.
For the sequel to "Discount Shakespeare", it's time to hero the dreams of the child hearts in everyone. Get ready for an adventure of a fourth of a lifetime that's meant to end right before puberty strikes.
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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins
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SUPER
The fever dreams of today tell me that we were super. That the wind beneath our feet could propel us into Flight, zooming past every stain of gloom on our ceiling With our hands in the air and our capes dancing behind us.
We need not board a rocket ship to reach the clouds. No airplane to watch the weather change like TV static. Our bodies grasped no elasticized ropes to bungee with, for We were super. And we knew what sense we made in soaring.
"What powers would radiate off your superhero self?" We'd get that a lot. And we were always ahead of the bunch Who spoke of desperate pleas to fly—to skip traffic, travel the world, To see if constellations looked like tattoos in space (they do, I checked).
They never knew they had it in themselves this whole time. And all it'd take them was guts, no glory, courage not cocky To walk. To run. To jump. To fly. To spread their wings And let the winds of their compasses aid their travels.
We once believed, to their disbelief, that clouds moved miles a minute. That if you could feel your heart race at your starting line, you could Reach them and ride across them, beyond songs and stories by tears of the gods. And in that very moment, gravity had long been thrown out of the window.
The sky, too, would get bored and play tag with us, jumping at the opportunity To catch us off guard on land. But we were smart, for we were super. So, we'd Gear up, and their speed was soon ours, lassoed by our curiosity of Bringing dimensions together—one floor, one ceiling, one life.
I will never forget the first time I lifted my feet off the ground. I could fly, So I flew, defying laws I went to bed with and had the sun burn by dawn. I was no hero, but my God, was I super, for I had saved no people, no cities, No nations but myself, who, years later, wouldn't have even known how to move.
