Poetry—Second Place Wyatt Reese What Now? I have eternally lived to please you. Solely to make you happy with me. This is the reason for all that I do. The only reason that I have to be. Like your dogs, I exist only to please. I do what you ask, and ask no reward. I attempt to give you a life of ease. Your goals are all I try to move toward. Now you say to do whatever I want. What do I want to do, though? What indeed? Even the idea just seems a taunt. What is my purpose, now that I am freed? Drifting through my life, without a reason, Since upsetting you would be like treason.