Bonjour Mon Cher Et Cher-Alike. Poem by Dan Reynolds

What may today's self seeking search unearth?
And at what time, precisely will it start?
Will we uncover anything of worth
and find a way to share it, through our art.

For I believe each poet is condemned
to set aside a section of their day
and ask themselves, 'Would I be my own friend? '
or would the true me, make me walk away?

As much as we may muse on all that's good,
there is in each a raw primeval trait.
A selfish and survival gene that could
explain how swiftly Love can turn to Hate.

But as the turmoil turns behind our mask
at least, we had the decency to ask.