Iterative Charge

Direction or lack there of As we turn our backs again On what we should’ve done Riding the emotional wave That leads us occasionally Starring down uncertainty In the opposite direction Reason resides waiting for us Choices contaminate the future We are sought for leadership But can merely speculate Only sharing skewed opinions Agendas are hidden with spite Outcomes usually benefit one Many left looking for answers A never ending cycle of events Fueled by continuous hope Rather an underlying greed Bestowing us a cloudy future With a repetitive chain of events Questions if hope is on the horizon