I wanted to be human
to see with the eyes
of hopeful travelers
like the rogue road writers
who navigated the stars
of the love and dreams
that came before me.

I wanted to
to engage my humanity,
to warp past
the speeds and perceptions
we knew, then till now, and beyond.

I wanted to learn and advance
to grow and be smarter
exploring new thoughts
and new philosophies
absorbing new
scientific curiosities
and be wiser for the knowing
then make us all better
for the showing
growing all minds
like strange 3d expanding models.

I wanted much from myself
and expected parallel dreams
from my fellow human beings.
But this is where the poem ends
where hope melts and sorrow begins
boiling me in my discontent.
I used to believe we could do great things
now I find this flesh limiting
as people behave like prepackaged machines
who hate and report
who repeat and distort
their prejudices as facts.

Even though, I can create grand worlds
of prose and poetry in my mind
I cannot find the power or time
to truly imagine a believable better world
for all humanity.