Huff Puff

Huff puff
Puff puff

I had to take a breath
I must be addicted or something
To the disappointment 
The idea of never improving

To stare at the stars 
And wish for the better
Only to break down
Due to a simple number 

What is a number?
A letter? A thought?
Are we truly free?
control our destiny?

What is destiny?
Only of slim chance
No. Not chance.
Miserable hope.

Can hope be miserable?
After all it’s not a reality
It’s the thought of better
But lost in imagination 

How vast is imagination?
Can we even create?
Or do we just retell what is done?
And lie of our own abilities.

I wish for the abilities of the heroes
To be able to swing past buildings
To be able to fly or have all that money 
But maybe I don’t?

Heroes live tragic lives
To hide and continually fight.
All for what? To eventually be hated
Or be told you weren’t needed.

What is that I need?
I think I might need another breath.
I know I’m not special.
I think I’m not special.

Huff puff
Puff puff