That slice of toast

As a child, I had dreams,
not as easy as it seems,
some of them following me,
even if I'm not to be
the one that I could see
in my long-forgotten dreams.

Playing cat and mouse,
Making plans, a house,
Something imposing,
decreasing my willingness
to go outside, to enjoy this ride
I was planning a cellar, Dr.Doom,
One underground training room,
My own Batcave, with only one
Ninja suit, one bo, mirrors, smoke, oh, man
And then
Even one secret office, or playing area
depending on the future variants
But we are mere ants,
And now, I am not 18 anymore,
my whole back is sore
(swimming yesterday, only 10 laps)
Looking through the gaps
of reality, you and me,

And then, I was reading
this @dibblers.dabs text
and said: I will have my house!
In this life or the next.

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