It was late. I was tired. Don't blame me! When my tired brain is left with a pencil, there's not much I can do about it. Anyway, a weird little poem from Max's point of view. About? Just what he is thinking.
While staring at the distant moon
I see what's there
And what could be
The stars, a million lives worth saving
The dark, the face of evil fading
I let the breeze carry me away
Above the world, beyond the clouds
I can see the Earth
See what it's become
How I can help
Or what harm I have done
Being a hero isn't easy
And suddenly, I'm not so sure
Who chose me to be what I am?
Who can I blame for what has happened?
I curse myself for thinking for selfishly
And for ignoring my good deeds
Sure I may have made some mistakes
Everyone does
But I have helped so many people
I should be happy for that
And without this journey, I wouldn't known her
I would kill me to find I had missed the opportunity
I descend down, back towards my body
Her face in my mind, I hum a pointless tune
I lay on the grass, hands behind my head
While staring at the distant moon
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