Outside of my imagination,
life doesn’t make much sense. 

I see people leaning away from
their values in search of money. 

I see living creatures and land in
pain, with no desire to fix it. 

I see all of these things, all of these
desires for a cape to come save us. 

If only we could realize that the cape
starts with you and I, and always has. 

The story always begins with an average
civilian that yearns for ‘impossibility’.

It starts with us. And the thought that
nothing is truly impossible.


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