Okay, here’s a story for you;
Story of when we burnt our lab-
We performed some mad experiment
Something the government might frown
Something my kids shouldn’t know-
They were knew everything else,
They fought other kids-
Just like how I used to do,
How I threw everyone like Hulk,
Only because I was angry-
Angry at everything around me;
That innocent anger, one develops
Against imperfection:
Trying to make everything perfect-
From my spaceship, to my urge to
Save her (another her)
From Terrorists that attacked the school;
I(we) always sought Perfection,
Until I experienced a minor error-
Error in heroism, perspectives,
In parents whom I idolised,
How fragile am I(we) to completely
Break down when a trust breaks?
How I stopped believing in Friends, as much;
How I stopped sympathizing old and orphans;
How every emotion then has become a construct
Now.!!
I go back to those days to feel something-
How fragile am I to have that as a basis!!
That dude with innocent anger,
Urge for Perfection, and
Fragile trust-
Is that my only option for comfort?
Knowledge is a prick, who bullies your
Imagination, making you ONLY feel reality.
Why trust knowledge?

Amidst the disastrous experiments,
Parents bickering,
Fighting Terrorists,
And friends-
Saving a girl by flying,
And by comforting her,
I lost my knowledge, and reality;
Although I might not have lived’em all,
I lived through them.
And I’m glad I did… So should you!