One day in my youth
I remembered the truth
Somewhere down the line
I forgot what was mine
Sometime later I learned
There's somewhere I turned
I stayed looking around
Hearing the fury of the sound
I started looking up
Then I couldn't stop
I had a promise of gain
That I alone can sustain
I enjoyed envy
Labelled lucky
I found a version of love
Inserted my virgin love
I discovered women really moan
I got to call one my own
I saw a new head show
I carried it everywhere I go
I enjoyed envy
Labelled lucky
The head grew stronger
And I grew older
One day it loved me
One day it bumped me
It had me confused
I felt I won but was bound to lose
I still enjoyed envy
Less labelled lucky
Then it all came down
And I looked around
At the twin towers
All that lost power
I build and I build
But like I dig where I build
Gone was the envy
But by comparison lucky
Now I see new roses
Each of them supposes and proposes
And I chase their petals
Wishing I had their metals
Still the old mechanics
With some washed away antics
Some say same old dog
Some say new trick gone in his fog
Still I build in my ground zero
I intend to be comic book hero
I'll learn to fly
Even if I don't know why
Even if I don't defeat evil
New issue will see my revival
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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