• Who am I to look at the night sky
    In the darkest days of all time
    And tell myself that I am a savior?

    Who am I to dream of flying,
    Beating back bad guys without even trying,
    Correcting their unruly behaivor?

    'Cause who needs a flaming sword when you have a pen?
    Forget laser vision, I have vocabulary,
    I can shoot syllables out of my palms,
    I write the wrong, my head is strong.

    My superhero identity is the Dreamer.

    One who dreams.
    I fill the holes in reality's ripped seams,
    I repair reality's broken beams,
    I grant hope by any necessary means,
    My catchphrase is, "Believe."
    A concept difficult for most to conceive,
    My supersuit is made of 100% Egyptian Cotton Tees,
    A pair of Levys, white tube socks, and worn out Nikes.
    You won't know me when you see me,
    You won't hear my name on the T.V.,
    You won't see me flying between buildings,
    And you won't see me firing lasers, of all things.

    I'll be home, sitting in front of the laptop,
    I write, write, write, and I don't plan to stop.
    I take a break, and look at the night sky,
    The news shows me the darkest days of all time,
    I write the wrong, my head is strong,
    Don't stop believing.
    Dream on, people. Dream on.