Untitled 4 Poem by Jeremy M. Dreher

If we were all satisfied
We'd all be dead
When satisfaction comes
We want what we've been given
Nothing less
But when insane goals backfire
There's no sane way out
Who is there to save you?
I don't understand where we're headed
It seems less forward more back
Some type of goalless journey
Some type of uninspired group of heroes
Why aren't we showing our capabilities?
If there were a sentence to save the world
Tell me you'd give it a shot
I mean, there's got to be no way
But at least give it a shot