Wanderlust Poem by Paul Reed

We watched it for quarter of an hour
Enough to tell us the project was sour,
A miserable, self-concerned cast
A hunger for sorrow so vast;

If such freedom really is the prize
Why the sadness in everyone's eyes?
Better to swim in calmer waters
Set an example to sons and daughters;

Instead, this lost trail of tortured souls
Imagining happiness from the burning coals
Of desire, mistaken for need
So those empty hearts we left to bleed.