Stirring late at night when others sleep so peaceful,nI don't care, it's here for the taking.nTurning comic book page,nAre there those who live to save the day?nCould I be one of them?nnThere are heroes in our heads and living under beds,nInvisible to eyes they are supersonic spiesnWith overwhelming odds, nBut there is now a cost for heroes.nIt's just the way they are, heroes.nThey travel near and far and nThen they go back home to think about tomorrow.nnGrasping for the short stray, nSome would say it is a mistake, and I do not blame them.nChasing lines of drawings, nFaces turn to look for a surprise,nBut is it the real thing.nnThere are heroes in our heads and living under beds,nInvisible to eyes they are supersonic spiesnWith overwhelming odds, nBut there is now a cost for heroes.nIt's just the way they are, heroes.nThey travel near and far and nThen they go back home to think about tomorrow.nnThis is the future, it is a cataclysmic dream.nDoes it suit you?nIs it like on the silver screen?nHeroes will come save us. nHeroes will come save the day.nWe talk about our heroes, nAs were counting down to zero.