Up to a point
We spend our whole lives searching for superman.
He's hard to find,
But his cape isn't completely invisible.
You can see a tiny bit peeking out from his collar.
He's already been about a kajillion people.
A mom who made you
Macaroni and cheese when you're sick.
A teacher who yelled at the other kids
When they said your glasses were stupid.
The little boy who sat with you at lunch
On your first day at that new school.
The big brother who threatened to beat up
The creepy boy who gave you your first kiss.
That first boyfriend who was there
When your cat died sophomore year.
Superman is almost impossible to find.

But then you hit that point.
Remember when I said
"Up to a point"
Well this is the horrible part.
I mean, it's god awful.
Superman gets really annoying at this part.
It's going to make you want to scream.
Just bare with me on this one.

He puts the cape
On you.
Oh yes.
Now you're superman.
Could anything be worse?
Now there is no one to save the day.
Now you must make your own macaroni and cheese,
Stand up for yourself,
Make your own friends,
Deal with your own relationships,
And handle your own emotions.

I bet your mind is churning now.
You see what I mean.
You've probably hit this point.
Now by this point,
I was furious.
I bet you are too.
You see,
You don't want to be superman.
So this is what you do.
You reject the cape.
But unfortunately for you,
Superman used some super glue.
This is permanent.

Ugh, right?
And now you're going to put all of your time
And all of your energy.
Angrily trying to figure out
Who put this cape on your back.
But you don't really want to know who.
What fun would that be
Just to scream it out
And still be left with the responsibility?
It's good to have a faceless name.
What you really want is to be mad.
I know that my favorite game
Is the blame game.
And I'm willing to bet yours is too.

What we really need to do
Are you ready for the plot twist?
Is realize that we were already Superman!
Remember the time
You did your little sister's make up for her first dance,
Or when you stayed up all night on the phone
Listening to your friend vent about her stress,
Or when you picked up the flyers
That the lady at the restaurant dropped in the street,
Or when you lent that kid two dollars
So that he could buy lunch.
Or when you went home for a visit
Just because your mother missed you.

It's been us all along.
Did you see that coming?
I sure didn't.

Go out and do it
rather than just talking a mediocre game;
take risks, get knocked down, pick yourself back up, proceed.

Hone your ideas in accordance to natural law.
Try your ideas by the fire of reality.

Anyone can spew *******
Anyone can be idealistic
Anyone can be a poser
but it takes a special breed
to take definite risks
to maybe succeed.

The Love you say you seek
is not what you deserve
The Love you seem to need
is the kind you'd throw away
The Love you say you seek
does not deserve your Love, no
The Love you say you have
is not the Love you've handed out

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again;

How the young
are so eager to drop their pants
and spread their legs
and call it Love;
They, who wouldn't know Love
if it held a gun right up to their heads.

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again, Lyssa
But then again,
the closest Lyssa,
who am I to say?
Who- am- I- to- say?

**** others
**** the others;
and **** still others up;
tryin' to fill that void
from which you're on the run
inside

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,

I think you confuse
Lust for Love and
Desire for Need;
or maybe it's that you're
so shallow,
so hollow
that they're one in the same
to you, Lyssa,
to you, Lyssa,
******* Lyssa,
*******.

But then again,
who am I to say?
But then again,
who am I to say that

The Love you say you seek
is not what you deserve
The Love you seem to need
is the kind you'd throw away
The Love you say you seek
does not deserve your Love, no
The Love you say you have
is not the Love you've handed out

**** others.
**** the others;
and **** still others up;
tryin' to fill that void
from which you're on the run
on the inside

Good luck, Lyssa
Good luck, Lyssa
Good ****, Lyssa
Good ******' luck, Lyssa

Dead-eyed doll
Blankly suspended
In suffocating silence
Not waiting
Not wanting
Catatonic
Cold
Benumbed.

It's very difficult to do simple well:

Overthinking
is a folly of the Human condition
just as Underthinking
is a folly of these, our modern times.

We must remember
and return to the ways of
the Natural virtues:
Balance, Respect, Harmony, and Elegance.

Wu wei.

Let it be,
it is fine;
it is we
who need to be
pliant and yielding
all the while retaining
our own individual integrity.

Only then can we, as Humans,
reach our full potential:
It is within our ability
to become Gods. Titans.
Transcendents,
Enlightened Ones;
as Humanity,
the Enlightened.

Good Morning,
Global Consciousness.
So happy to see you've survived the unnaturally long Night.
I hope we remember our dreams;
we sure could use some right about now.