True Love of Coffee

I wish of things beyond
The simple things
That only I can see
Through the eyes of a man
Not a hero
Through hope and despair
Not defined by the things I wear

I wish of life
of an average story
where I am the background character
of a boy, on his farm
not the savoire of the world
trying to rescue everyone
when I am the only one needing saving

I wish, upon all wishes
that I was not Superman
To be a generic persona,
With just one defining truth
to keep my heart, to keep myself
less alone than being super makes me be

I wish, dear heaven do I wish
to have my wings clipped
to never touch the sky again
to sacrifice my strength, and my solitude
to look at the face of someone I know is equal
and to find myself embraced by a heart
stronger than my own

If only I could wish,
would the world call me selfish
could they believe in the only part of me
that I’m scared they’ll never see
I’m just a man,
please let this heart roam free

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