For the innocent's imminent death.
I rush in heroically and there is my nemesis--
The one who has done all this crime.
And there she is, trapped and helpless,
Held hostage to the madman's revenge.
It is short work for me to disable him;
He can't match my superior intellect.
I free her, she rises, and hugs me close--
I have saved her life once again.
This world is perfect, and I am happy here.
But then a harsh call of my name
Abruptly summons me back to reality.
The happiness subsides and monotony ensues;
My heart shatters and dreams crumble,
As they always do when I come back.
And thinking of her now makes me feel empty.
I know I shouldn't be thinking of these anyway
But not thinking of them is so hard.
Why do I do this? I ask myself.
What good has ever come from these frivolous fantasies?
All they do is skew my perception of how things are
And how I think they should be.
Because then, upon my return to earth,
I feel the pain of not having the things I want.
Stick with the truth, remain in reality--
Daydreams won't fulfill you.