Humans are weird things.
They’ll do anything
say anything
trust anyone
just to believe they can change.
From what I've seen,
no one is truly happy with who they are.
And why should they be?
We’re only human, and that means
fallible.
Inconstant.

But still, they cast around
for something greater
brighter
more perfect —
a king, a country, a God --  
to make them better.
And every time I look at humanity
in dismay
and lose hope in their goodness,
I also see the way they reach for the sky,
through song and art and love,
the way they aspire for new beginnings.

And I find hope again.

Happy New Year.