Life in its myriad of dances has it’s meaning sometimes coming in multiples of delusion…
Lessons of Sadie Hawkins by Michael Doyle Sock hop memories wake the school Where twists in plot are the rule All of life is filtered in its distraction Where television and other screens are the attraction Roman circuses pass out their bread So that the common man feels less dread Time springs its ideas into reason As life unfolds with the changing seasons One by one, our days quietly fadeaway From wherever they went, when they went astray There's so much laughter to our side's shake That we wonder if we dream when we're awake Song titles become themes to live by As a symptom of the desperation by which we try To stuff away as if it's growth to persevere While really all we're doing is passing through here Comically implausible we compete for nothing Cosmically impossible we make everything into something All of this in an effort to make our connection As life spins us around in a million directions Life lived splits its long sense of division As we subject ourselves in morbid derision Until there we are at our last turn of page Easing our pain from all of our empty rage Giving it up for the costs of lost love As we keep our eyes reaching to the above Sarcastic in the turns of our phrase Most of our life is spent in its daze (c) July 31, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
