if i were not superman...
i'd never make any difference.

if i were not superman...
i could never make you believe.

if i were not superman...
i'd not the hope to all.

once upon a time
there used to be love,
used to be a smile.
we used to be generous
used to be kind.
once upon a time
we used to laugh,
used to joke.
we used to play
once upon a time

I'm a savage to my feelings
Killing, drop by drop.
Every wish. One after the other.
My time has gone
I've lived my deeds---
Now, nothing is left.
Nothing to regret.
Nothing to proud.

I dreamt
I was alive.
And so passed away,
DREAMING. . .

...once again..
I am turning to the past
holding the future with a hand..
moving...
kicking the door..hard.
and kicking and kicking it again...
I'm shouting at it.
walls are cracking..

what to do, what not to do?
what is that I ought to do?
I thought once, and thought twice;
but not got that for what thought thrice.

should I do this, or do that?
do it? or should I not let?

And cracking the walls,
The explosion…about to be
Despite all forces of resistance
It’s cracking the walls.
There being passion, an urge to explode
Explode the world
To cover the sky

I’m joining myself to be
What I am
And all that can be done.
I know something
Something I don’t
Yet believe, this can happen
Groping in dark
Chasing in light
I’m trying to get myself.

...splashing it with my feet,
i am playing like a child.
jumping.
shouting..
falling in...
my soul is green
as if an ocean layered
green
as it was left for times so long
untouched.

Singing loud and loud
i am digging myself
Into the night.
The howling is over
And standing in the graveyard
i am singing.
Singing loud and loud
Digging deep to the core.

My road was blocked
I found it cracked
And the trees, dead.
I was passing by
The Sun.
It's fallen down.
Too Hot.
My breath
I was loosing it.
Fire. Red.
Burning everything.
Burning Me.

Like a spear
It's going deep inside me
Tearing my soul, in threads
Inside me
It is shrill
The more I breathe it in,
Is the more it hurts
The more I breathe it out,
Is the more it hurts

These flakes of snow, falling around. . .
This is all my life.
I can see
There's sky above,
White.
Showering.
It is me.
(I owe everything to others)
These are the flakes of mine

Down the street
There's a shortcut to Hell.
A lane,
A narrow one.
You must've passed it by,
Once.
Everybody does.
Everyday.
It's a narrow lane, Green.
Just down the street.

This backward thrust is holding me
Pushing me again
From moving-
Keeping me.
Not letting me be what I am
I've stated them clearly
"Don't Even Dare"
It can be fatal
It is FATAL.