Only got a single penny left.
To be, or not to be?
Game over!
Insert coin to continue.

When the flow of words,
Overrun my thoughts,
Am forced to pick a pen,
Ink down the word's in a paper,
In a order,
In order to make sense.

I just write,
I don't know what else to do,
Write to fill the void in my heart,
Write to silence inconsiderate Doubt's,
Loud thought's, drowned thought's,
Dreaded nought's,

Why does silence manifest so loudly,
Why is emptiness so heavy,
Why does emotion's always overcome logic,
Why does reality not seem so real,
Is love a feeling or emotion,
A blurry line separates the two.

I failed to save another soul today.
On my high patrol, I heard their last gasps leave their lips,
and I let their salvation get away
slipping through my super-powered fingertips.

If I can write assurance to a thousand souls lost, humorous and witty
"If I muster all the words that I know," I thought, "Surely I can save this city."
But life can't be measured by honeyed words, and it's agony to see
the souls' salvations that I'm missing beneath my red-caped nobility.

Even if I flew higher still, with my cape waving proud and free,
no great power I could bring to bear could match my responsibility.
For every orphan girl I save, there's another not too far afield.
For every chain broken, for every freed slave, there are chains that will not yield.

I'd fly around the world and turn back time, but I know t'would be in vain.
What's a single Superman to do, when the whole world cries to be saved?