In My Head

I want you to know that when I see you, I hear you. I hear your thoughts. You can't hide them. If you so much as blink I can see, hear, feel your mind flexing its pensive fingers over the situation in front of you. 

Don't think too much of it. I won't hold it over you. We all think. We can't help it. We shouldn't. 

Too many waste time trying to stop thinking, to stop being concerned with the "weight of the world." 

So sad,

We are the weight of the world.

Seeing your thoughts 

Wishing I was a Hero

I am sure of this fact: I am not the only one...

Not the only one that wishes, when the news shows photos of burning buildings and murderers, that I could do something to stop the madness, the horror, the evil.

I know I am not the only one.

"Super-powers" or not.

Without the secret lair, or the millions of dollars.

Not even a cape.

Just a mask that slightly obscures my eyes, but somehow keeps me a secret from the world.

Oh, to beat, mercilessly, the faces, and bodies of muggers, and rapists, thieves, and terrorists.
To be feared, by the guilty, and loved by the innocent, never taking credit, but always gaining satisfaction, knowing that world, or even just this city...maybe another...is just bit safer than it was before.
Hero, or vigilante.
Whatever the title...
I am not the only one...but I want to be

Secretly saving the world