Dear Mr. Great,

 I have given you this name for a reason.

At first you disliked it, but I know you felt humbled under the title.

When I speak those two words, my heart becomes idle;

even my breath begins to whisper under my retracting ribs.

Even my two left feet begin to skip.

I can not see as deeply in the eyes of others,

as there is no universe within the windows of another.

I practice everyday to will you into existence,

so maybe someday you will gain subsistence.

I cant help but know you are ideal,

so hopefully one day, you will become Mr. Real.