I'll Always Take Your Call
by Michael Doyle

Ripped apart deep inside my DNA
Finding the scary part is the last bite
When suddenly, I run short of what to say
And my wildest dreams hold me through the night

Somewhere in the geometry of the abstract
I find myself reeling seconds at a time in facts
Stuck there remembering to breath out to breath in
Hoping that I remember to keep doing this again

There are no discernible boundaries in my song
Only the hope that I prevail and finish strong
Different tempos wrapped in their plasticity 
I bridge into the infinite of my elasticity

In a zig zag beeline observed with conviction
My follow through chases spinning in direction
Shadows creeping in with the slight condescension
These leave me apprehensive but never lacking conviction

I see a desperate face imploring silently at me
I want to offer hope against your dark tendency
Dancing close to society's despair, refusing to drown
I'll never be king but I don't wear a jester's crown

Relieved in the bitter respite, dreading its return
These are lives lessons we truly must live and learn
Shrieked out in terror as the nighttime melts away
Surviving  in the silver lining moments of each day

There's a hollow comfort in superficiality
Where I yet see beyond the edges of the rarity
Urging you not to jump and offering to catch your fall
Waiting out the worse of it, I'll always take your call

Holding on as I do without letting go ever
Knowing in the heat of it that I'm often less than clever
My love runs deep for you in your unruly mind
Placing your hands in mine, I'll never leave you behind

(c) October 28, 2020  Michael Doyle
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