The Ductility of Dreams

If steel shared
The diameter
Of spider silk
The web would
Prove more powerful

While a bat’s wings are only
As thick as
Plastic sandwich bags

I tell of a tension
Exerted on steel
Spider’s string
And the flesh of wings

The opposing forces
Of this tension are
Dreams
And gifts

They tear apart
Double lives
Of men

The temptation?
To compromise
The responsibility
That arrives
When he realizes
His gift
His curse

The responsibility
To be
A Messiah
To Humanity

The tug of war
Of the mind

He dreams of
Love
And simple life

A family
And a chance to
Drive to work
Instead of swing
Or fly

He dreams of days
Just quietly going by
Going by a normal name
Like

Clark or
Peter or
Bruce

For a moment
He wishes
He never knew his own strength

Then,

Alfred or
Lois or
Aunt May

Fights alongside
Against the tension
And knowing both identities
Reminds

"...sometimes
We have to be steady
And give up the thing we want the most...
Even
Our dreams."

He rises
Accepting his station
And remembers
In this occupation
It is not uncommon
To beat bad guys

And Get the girl