Lives Between Walls

I have had to split myself into two

So that I could be with you

Every now and then, I find myself slipping into the phone booth

Switching between identities, one of them I couldn’t reveal to you

Because you simply couldn’t comprehend that truth

How do superheros live normal lives?

Without having themselves to divide?

And temporarily renounce their sacred callings, for love?

Is love meant for us?

No, it probably isn’t – to us its denied

And Clark Kent is a lie