To Superman:

Today is another day to You, but to us, our trial. Fate rests in your palm. Not one of our own, our protector. You give all. We, nothing. 

We are a vast bunch with diversity beyond comprehension. So few of us are worth saving yet You protect us all. Why? 

Perhaps it’s not the countless scoundrels, nor the minuet precious. You have hope, the most human of traits. You look to the future, those to come who have yet to be judged, those who deserve a chance. 

You risk all so we may march on, to destinies unknown. Far. Clouded. The lack of certainty fuels us, drives us. 

For a future as dark as the past’ll prove too much, it’ll cause us to pull back into caverns of time and sit, intentions lost. Vaporized.

But the lack of knowledge moves us forward, reaching out for mornings to come. We may not see this, but You do. 

People contemplate what you represent, but maybe, just maybe, we represent You.