In all the new world that I'm constantly meeting I have an appetite for all I see as if eating A plate of works that bring me inspiration With a flick of the internet, I find aspirations
That may be are not so discernible at the beginning But a chase down the rabbit holes starts winning The crumbs of my attention beyond my best retention And I find what I wouldn't with my vapid abstention
After a few thousand songs, music begins lacking a self Like a book of endless words from a timeless shelf Until it becomes necessary to find what will constrain A person to seek defining limits to avoid the strain
Of learning too much and seeing too much in what can be Discipline secretly finds its ways to finally set me free Too much of plenty finds a way of my living in empty misery My best hope is to be inclined toward boxing in the category
It's a moon spell lost within an ineffable shadow gallery Too much of anything proves itself a monochromatic lullaby Lost inside with too much echoing in my hollow little mind Too much knowledge and experience leaves us all a bit blind
Life outside in the fresh air will return real life's pulse Too many hours caged in screens has started to deeply repulse All the best that cannot be thought on but must be felt deeply This is what it will take to sincerely free the best of me
(c) June 17, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along