Before I Die

Last night I tossed and turned around While lying in my bed Questioned some theories still unfound Thoughts overwhelmed my head “Where do I find myself today? Did I grow up to be… The man I said I would become When I was in grade three” One day a teacher asked the class “When you grow up, what would you be?” “A superhero” came the answer “That’s just the job for me” “Now don’t be silly, don’t be daft” He replied to my confession “’tis just a dream, impossible task I meant a realistic profession” “But flatter me for interest’s sake If indeed this could be true To save lives, what powers would You have bestowed onto you? “The power to write and arouse feeling Invoke with paper and inkblot To change perception, thought appealing Now seem impossible? I think not!”