Lost Plot
by Michael Doyle

Everywhere I look, it seems forgot
Is it just me, or have we lost the plot
I feel it in the murderous laughter
The distant thunder is lost but chases after

Society's fracturing psyche is in trauma
As wordlessly we watch all the drama
Freudian visions shape society's rhapsody
Atonal as it is, where then is the melody

Let alone the harmony that lets us feel alive
When did the plot of this take its nosedive
There in the disturbing architecture is narrative
It's just quietly spoken yet still declarative

There is something to fantasy and hallucination
Let's keep enough structure to reach a destination
Otherwise, we are swimming in the loose impression
With nothing to share or bear any real consideration

As one of the audience who no longer cares to play
I still demand some sort of end to passing days
Doesn't anyone else feel the need for a cohesive whole
There is only so far surrealism expresses our souls

This becomes especially true when as we look around
Weird has become the summation of most things found
The horrors of it all are crouched, waiting to surface
And dreamscape logic alone fails humanity in its embrace

The present has become the future in retrospect
As our children and their children cry in neglect 
No longer allowed to hope or to hold onto their dreams
Until Debussy's ethereal melodies fill our bursting seams

(c) August 6, 2024   Michael Doyle
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