How much would it take
To weave the fibers of my thoughts
Into reality?
My seared skin soaked
In blood and sweat
Hanging like steel strips
In my arms
Is not enough
Apparently
Without replacing my heart
With the cold orb
Of an everlasting robot
In this modern era
Where the slow extincts
With their wishful thinking
Where people too ambitious
Drag everyone to the hell
They create for themselves
To transcend their limits
These superhumans
After reaching the pinnacle of childish thoughts
Imagine breaking through the absurdities
Adults conspired to make
Blessings in disguise
Disguised too well for its own good
To be broken over and over
Over piles of forgotten thoughts
Building this babylon
Of ambitious men who ask
“How much would it take
To make these dreams last?”
In endless heights
Of sky-like desires
The youth always win,
My superhuman.
In this glorious path
Of lonely men
Naive and strong
Who play pretend
Reaching for something that’s never there
Without remorse to collateral damage
The purest of creatures
In the survival of the fittest
We’re superhumans
Nonetheless.
