How to Want Things to Be

A life has to long
Or it wouldn’t be
Alive. Not a cell
Of you, not one cell
On its own, isn’t

Hungry all its life
For whatever will
Keep its form of life
Alive. You’re special,
You think, if at all,

For thinking you want
Events to occur
That aren’t your hunger
Talking—a better
World, happier day,

Joy and contentment,
Justice and some peace.
True, you are odd beasts.
But your wants are wants,
Even if they’re not

Yours, entirely, more
Like our wants pulling
You to imagine
A past rearranged,
Ideal for ideas.