Searching For Signals
by Michael Doyle

Trying to save our souls
In the messes we make
Spinning out of control
Though all of our mistakes

Pressing out from the underground
To be just who it is that we are
A part of all that we have found
In the taking of this way too far

But  it's never far enough
Even with better living through chemicals
I'm calling my own bluff
While feeling slightly lyrical

Pushed down paths of preconception
Of who I'm supposed to be
Lost inside my self-deception
Is there any possibility?

That I might ever understand
Life without acute observation
As a life lived out of hand 
Somehow, we'll find our destination

Lost in the fog of our minds
Chasing circles of clever thought
Caught up in feeling our way blind
In the positions that we've caught

Looking past the Dadaism
In despair of not knowing our history
Searching desperately for optimism
As we reach to resolve our mysteries

We come to question our own identities
As we stand inside the dense fog
Pretentious in our grasp on reality
We stumble in our endless dialog

Someday every painting will be painted
As we watch our obsolescence pass
There will come a time with all devils sainted
And we'll have a hint of the meaning of this class
         ... that we call life

(c) October 14, 2023   Michael Doyle
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