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-So, tell me how this works-

"I close my eyes, I open them"

-Detective, your mind created an entire reality where your wife survived in one and your son in the other, meaning you can’t tell whether you are awake or asleep at this very moment-

"I’m awake with my wife and I close my eyes, I open them and I’m awake with my son"

-Well I can assure you detective this is not a dream-

"It’s exactly what the other shrink said: seeing them, feeling them, having them in my life; if it is a problem, that’s what I’m happy to have. Trust me, when it comes to let one of them go I have no desire to ever make progress."

She’s watching the taxi driver, he pulls away
She’s been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days

She says, “Yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late
He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape”
She’s just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name like Lois Lane
And she smiles, oh the way she smiles

She’s talking to angels, counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, In his arms
Waiting for Superman

She’s out on the corner trying to catch a glimpse
Nothing’s making sense
She’s been chasing an answer
A sign lost in the abyss, this Metropolis

She says…Yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late
He got stuck at the Five and Dime saving the day”
She says…If life was a movie, then it wouldn’t end like this
Left without a kiss
Still, she smiles, the way she smiles, yeah

She’s talking to angels, she’s counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She’s dancing with strangers, she’s falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, In his arms
She’s waiting for Superman

To lift her up and take her anywhere
Show her love and climbing through the air
Save her now before it’s too late tonight
Oh, like a speeding light
And she smiles

She’s talking to angels, she’s counting the starsMaking a wish on a passing car
She’s dancing with strangers, she’s falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, In his arms
She’s waiting for Superman

To lift her up and take her anywhere
Show her love and climbing through the air
Save her now before it’s too late tonight
She’s waiting for Superman

"Look at them all, heading to work, living their lives, all with a story to tell. All with a future. I was like them. I was like you. And then, then this happened to me. I was on my way somewhere. I had plans, dreams. I had people who loved me. I had family. And now, all I can do is wait. I’m not waiting to be saved, it’s to late for that. I’m waiting to be found." TO DON’T FORGET. LOST BUT NOT FORGETTEN

The question isn’t: Who are you?

The question is: Who did I turn out to be?

Who am I to you?

Are faded chalk marks and scratches on the floor the only evidence that I was here, or did some scribbled note, some fragment of a proof, invert your perception of the world; even confirm it, cementing what you knew in your heart to be true, with the balance of left column to right?

What footprints have I left behind? Do they endure, or has the ocean of discovery washed them away already?

How many lives have I touched?

Have I touched you?

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