My Story: Chapter 7

Setting: Bat-mobile on the way home from defeating Disney Villians.
Characters: Steve Rodgers, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne

Time:11:30 PM

Clark: "This is the ultimate showdown! Good guys, bad guys and explosions! I wonder who will survive, I wonder who it will be. This is the ultimate showdown. The ultimate destiny!"

Bruce: OK that's enough.

Steve: Yeah, seriously.

Clark: Hahaha well you guys are just plain boring then!

Bruce: Or just really tired and sick of that song.

Clark: Whatever. So... Steve?

Steve: Yeah?

Clark: Did you ever work anything with Rachel.

Steve: No. She just wants to be good pals. Guess I just ain't her type.

Clark: I'm sorry man.

Steve: It's all good. What about you Bruce?

Bruce: Well, To be honest been thinking about.... Well Rachel.

Clark: Um.... Ok.

Steve: Go for it. I give you my permission.

Bruce: What? But Steve?

Steve: Its all good. Go ahead. I tried, didn't work out. You've got a shot. Do it.

Bruce: I uh. Don't know.

Steve: This is an order from the Captain!

Bruce: Hahaha well, ok.

Clark: Can we change subjects?

Steve: Yeah go ahead.

What Am I Supposed to Do?

I must be out of my mind.
He was right.
What?
Go out there and rescue the girl
 like I'm some kind of a hero?

From the - from the jaws of death and then the *whole town* will cheer.She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's *not* me!
What am I supposed to do?
He was right about everything...
and I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.

Smoke.

Wood burning at 2 in the morning.
We laugh and we seem to get younger.
We go back to running up and down ventilation systems.
Back to sleeping in burritos.

Back to when nothing mattered.
To when love was not important and girls were just a pretty sight.
When we could eat more then everyone in the world.

We have changed a little since then.
Marine, college student, salesmen, and senior.
After so much time trying to be people, we just want to be who we were getting there.

Smoke is something that is beautiful.
Something that is who we are and who will always be.

The smell of smoke still lingers on our shoulders.
You can all smell it.

Lock

Sealed off from the world.
As if the ultimate key had kept it hidden.
Shut up tight.

They won't let it out.
I've tried it all.
Drills, explosives, even C4.

Did they forget about me?
She wants me out of here.
Where are the keys?

Help me!
I've been screaming all day.
But the jailer just smiles and laughs.
I take the food he gives me.

SPLAT!
The window is smeared with corn and beans.
Here it comes.
NO! Stop!

It hurts more every time he hits me.
Send me an Angel.
Break me out of this prison.

Give me the keys.
I hate the jailer.
He looks a lot like me.

DIRECT ORDERS!

You have been given direct orders to rock the fetching world.
Rock like she said I do too.
Rock like the just exploded.
Rock like someone didn't cut the blue wire.

Rock like the world just stopped spinning.

Rock like you found out that Santa is real.
Rock like you're just another brick in the wall.
Rock like its 1969.
Rock like you just met your future best rival.

Rock like a Rock
Rock like you just got an A on your fitness test.
Rock like Captain America just saved you.

Rock like its time to go home.

Life and Death

Well... I'm going to die.
So doing all of the things I've always wanted to do should be cake right?
WRONG!!!!

You could be dying the next day and it still be hard to do a lot of things.
It never gets any easier.
But why does it have to be so hard?
Why can't it just be easy

UGH!
Why can't this be easier?
Well what do I want to do now?
I want to...
No. Too scared.

But I'm going to die right?
So it really doesn't matter if I do it or not.
I'll be dead so I won't know the consequences of my actions.
Or at least have to bear the pain if it ends badly.

No. I can't.
Would.... Understand?
Do they already know?
It is kinda of obvious if you think about it.

I'm going to die.
Well, then its time... I guess.
Hey! So.... Um..
Got something to tell ya.
No, that sounds stupid.

I..... I mean.
Well...
WHY!!!!

I'm going to fetching die.
I'm going to die without saying...
That is it!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone.

It is a the blackest night.
Its snowing and all I'm wearing is a tee shirt and jeans.
A brief breeze picks up that chills you to the bone.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

Time has passed on by.
Goals unwritten. Unrealized beliefs.
Shattered friends. Time has blown them in my face.
I hear a boy trying to read a loud from a big book.
He can't say it right. And when he does, someone says it better.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

A streetlight is flickering in the distance.
I run to it to get some light.
But it just shuts off when I get there.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

Three girls walk on by.
They turn and all say "I'm Sorry."
The faces burned in my mind.
I look down and my laces are untied.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

I see a whiteboard with equations on it.
It is unsolved and I don't know how to fix it.
I see man looking at me.
"What of Coriolanus" he utters.

I walk alone. I walk alone.

I look and I see a world at war.
I can't deal with it.
Frozen pools surround me.
I jump in. Must escape!

I walk alone.....