Soaring through vibrant skies,
Running from all the bad guys.

Not being able to move or run,
Being able to lift five hundred and fifty tons.

Falling without hitting the ground,
Not being able to hear any sound.

Meeting monsters ever so nice,
See snakes emerge from dice.

Being able to dance in thunderstorm rain,
Unable to die or feel physical pain.

Riding off into the soft sunbeams,
These are nothing but silly dreams.

 
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