in a world of make-believe,
of paper swords,
and plastic leaves,
there's a fragile creature.

now this creature is something new,
a breath of fresh air,
or a taste of cold morning dew,
he sits alone and hums.

in his imaginary world,
he is known as a hero,
the line between this and reality becomes swirled,
he is trapped.

a new world everyday,
for he reads quickly,
he's a new hero today,
but in reality..
*not really.