An Endless line of Sidekicks

Far from the spotlight

wandering aimlessly through life

Imperceptibles.

We all walk with our costume under the skin.

Hiding it in plain sight, holding it back, afraid of

We all have a token funeral to cry to

Of people who still are alive

They killed our hero

Leaving nothing but a sidekick.

The tragic origins,

were a gift of the youth.
it´s a simple story
yet nobody cares to listen

And the powers are never enough

Because it seems that is always too late

too big

too strong

Too painful...

To forget