Faithless Poem by Alc Harris

I wish for something
that is not mine
not because I desire, it,
or its securing embrace
but because what is
no longer fulfils my need

awakened into confusion
theory implodes
as we venture past
the ingrained dirt

so I search
for belief that builds countries
that inspires armies to take up
and confines solitary men

heroes of conviction

only, looking inside
I see a note
left behind and beyond the text books
and empty promises
of new world and order

I should follow

instead I immerse myself
pathetically
in yoghurt pots
and yesterdays newspapers
praying only, that the end does not find me