Superstitions of a superhero

Superhuman superstitions
When I get to have everything I ever wanted,
Will my old habits have died.
I cannot allow myself to act on superstitions.
That is the habit I learned to contract most.
Because most people carry them,
to only switch roles,
So the imaginary capes may be worn.
Such garments and robes to convey
Strength status and power.
False alter egos cannot truly break your heart.
My ears burn.
My throat pulsates.
Tears to put out fires of the heart.
And happiness on a whole other level.
In my nature lives a vortex of emotions.
They stream in through thoughts of veneer.
And what is the nature of thought then.
Then it is nature.
Nature that dictates your reality as mine.
Those are superstitions.
They remain the same true or false.
Because where thoughts are born,
Fascinates me.
Thinking out loud the greatest lie ever told.