Speck of Dust
by Michael Doyle

This speck of dust on which we rest
Is the speck of dust that is our test
Unwritten laws frame our minds
And what is left when we no longer find

That the laws written serve us well
And that we need to create our own tale
Having never stepped foot out of our bounds
Who are we to dream of what might be found

Fragile as we are in our words spoken
We come apart at the seams flawlessly broken
Here we are only hoping to never die
Yet, the truth is that none of us know why

For all of our lives know pain and misery
As the eons go by, century after century
What more then is there to want to live for
Shall we seek out pain, just a little more

There is beauty in the tragedy that we are
As we stand hand in hand, staring up at the stars
Shall we do more than simply survive
And if we dare to love, will we learn how to be alive?

(c) April 6, 2022  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved