Secret Identity

I’m moving back and forth at the speed of restless
Mind filled with thoughts,
life no direction
The sky is perfection
So cloud 9 is the mission
But my flight has been grounded
From Ankle down stuck in quicksand
So the only way I’m getting there is if I was elastic
“But Sean your so phenomenal”, Mr. Fantastic.
Only if they knew the half of it.
Or a quarter of the four of it.
Tough skin with a bright light but invisible I’m sure of it.
Persona Peter Parker plus some Clark and Bruce Banner
Have to hide my spandex suit under some khakis and a sweater.
I’ve already said too much.
True identity is classified
A hero with the power of the Son
Is what the glasses hide.

freewrite

comics, fantastic four, hero, hulk, spiderman, superman

March 11, 2010

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