Bright Orange Cape

Okay so i realized i basically have taken ages without actually writing down something which in my book is odd. Here goes.............                   
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He stood at the edge in his bright orange cape

Staring and contemplating what the next stage would be

He fancied himself a hero with a misunderstood artistic perception of life

Always trying to stand out and get respect he knew not what to do with

Never following orders and trying to live outside the borders

Seeing the easy way out made him chipper and excited

For he saw this as an opportunity for his time to rise

As the cold chilling wind passes through the mountains unto the plains

We all recall and ponder that this tale is as puzzling as the subject

That was years ago when all that was complicated is much irrelevant in existence

For the man in the funny orange cape got his final wish & seen by the masses

Fly he did and soar to the heavens as he dreamed

Leaving only that bright orange cape as a remembrance of him