They can live; they can slay
They can be silent, yet they can play
Anything they want, they desire, they conceive,
Have a vast ability to make everything be perceived.

They can show-off; they can release flames,
Receiving all their beckoning that it'll came
Clutching their fists as they growl their best,
Whilst their inestimable skills were put to a test.

A large crowd yells—
When the successful, blowing horn crackled
Everyone turns ecstatic, utterly euphoric,
Though me— glimpsing their smiles while crippled.

The colorful spotlights placed beyond their halos,
Will surely shine through my haze,
Somewhere, sometime, someday—

Beneath this such stubborn face!