Hard To Fix
by Michael Doyle

Hitchhiking without a direction known
It's not on the map and is seldom shown
Looking for God and if He's in charge
It's as close as I come to living large

Some things are like bags of tricks
Impossible to handle and harder to fix
Traveling fast without much specificity
We hold on for dear life and its possibilities

There is not much to like when you're dead
The same things go bouncing in your head
It's damn near impossible to smile without stars
We're all here by mistake; just ask the scars

The best of life is lived in our memory
Sometimes, it's dressed up like our family
But mostly, what we have is what we got
And most of that is better off forgot

The world's a little crowded with pride
As we try to forget what we cannot hide
Everybody is busy looking for that something
That mostly, sure enough, adds up to nothing

There is not much to like when you're dead
The same things go bouncing in your head
It's damn near impossible to smile without stars
We're all here by mistake; just ask the scars

There will be no smoking when you burn
It's just one of those things we're born to learn
If you listen very carefully, you learn to fear
Especially when your world is wrapped up in a tear

Painted flowers are a disguise for haste
As our yesterdays fade into post-urban waste
We try to hold our memories close
But they run away when we need them the most

There is not much to like when you're dead
The same things go bouncing in your head
It's damn near impossible to smile without stars
We're all here by mistake; just ask the scars

(c) February 22, 2025   Michael Doyle
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