Who Says I Can’t Be Superman?

The second I put my foot on the pavement,
I knew it was going to be a good day.
The sun was bright,
And it was almost as if the heavens were smiling down at me.
I hopped off the old, weathered stoop,
And it groaned at me,
Bidding me farewell.
I smiled to myself,
And I strolled down the street.
I could smell spring.
And I felt my spirits lift.
I stepped around clear pools of water,
And stepped delicately down the fresh, clean street.
The melting snow just grabbed hold of all the filth,
And condemned it to the sewers,
Restoring a purity,
Back to the very old city.
A slight cool breeze grazes my face,
And I smile to myself
As I brush the hair out of my face.
Straighten my shirt,
And rock down the sidewalk.
Today is going to be a good day.

Head Strong.
Matty B.