The Super Hero Dream.
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the palms of my hand.
Have my own theme tune played by a devoted jazz and hip hop band.
Defeat every arch nemeses that threatens the worlds existence.
Have an assembly of heroes and heroines for morale and physical assistance.
Create a logo and stitch it on to my colourful and daring attire.
Then crazed children will embrace my action figurine and admire.
I would help the helpless and give hope to the hopeless.
Having this responsibility would make my life less worthless.
But then I'd think what if this dream came true.
Does that the mean critics and stress will arise too?
Will I be a victim of the media and negative publicity.
Will I have to live a life of duplicity with no presence of simplicity.
I guess that's what makes a fantasy, fanciful.
It keeps the imaginable, unimaginable.
Because a dream in reality isn't actually tangible.
Without some sort of slander, slaughter and scandal.