Something to die for. When I was young I used to wish that a spider would bite me and I would get super powers. Or that my father would get killed din a horrible accident and leave me great sums of money to avenge his death. I dreamed simple like any other child would, of fighting never ending wars, of slaying dragon, of getting the damsel out of distress. It wasn't until I was old enough to understand the hardships of war, and the fact of the matter that there were no dragons, did it become getting the damsel out of distress solely. I dream of finding the perfect girl for me and sweeping her off her feet. Of being the knight in shining armor, who emitted a shine so spectacular it would put the aura Borealis to shame. I have since found myself the figure head of many dreams, and of many tales of heroism. I have been the shoulder to lean on, the one who took the blows for the weaker kids. I have been the man of many words of advice, the hand that guides those in the dark back home. I was a kid who looked through his own insecurities to find a greater calling. I have been my hero. I hated every moment of it. I seemed to never be wrong, and always have the right thing to say; while, all the while secretly regretting every word from my mouth. Always taking the hits and fighting the fights, at the same time in the back of my mind wondering who will eventually do me in. I was the selfless leader taking blame for things that I didn't do to free those who had made a small mistake from punishment, although in truth I was being punished harder for having claimed to have done so many things after time. I woke up tired cold and alone a few nights ago wondering when it will sink in that I have wasted my life, my mind. I have walked down the distant corridors and heard the voices echoing of my great deeds, and wondered if they would still love me had they known that it was all just a part I played in a scene or two. If the world would turn its blind eye on me and say "You could have done so much more, you could have done so much more." I now lay here with the song night moves drumming through my head, but only one verse. "We felt the lightning, and waited on the thunder, oh we waited on the thunder...last night I awoke to the sound of thunder, and how far off I sat and wonder..." Am I waiting on the thunder? Am I simply waiting for the day my payback will finally arrive? If that is all that's left of me then why did I do it? Why did I walk my path poorly sketched into the sand, ever shifting with the incoming tides? Why did I do this and so much more; and, why wasn't all of it even close yet to enough? Why did I chase my damsel, and at what point did she change from a woman to a dream? A dream of better days...? -Batman13