Originally Posted by Mask Of Sanity
Your hair is so
fly it makes me high.
I need to chase, for your face,
as your aura, is one of Dora the Explorer.
We act like fools, because we're so cool,
The coolest of jewels, giving this site its fuel.
Hiro, the man, controlling space-time,
'Causing the stand that may end this rhyme.
Will we stop, or will we continue?
Only we can control whether we get through,
To infinity and beyond, that is the question.
Do you kind Sir, have a suggestion?
