Mortality Awoken
by Michael Doyle

The questions of mortality
Go far beyond morality
When something makes you question why.
Or how it is that we are born to die.

Avoiding the phone calls that wait,
As these questions come down to fate.
Who are we to feel this shade of fear
That makes us question why we're here.

The world, it seems, breaks everyone.
We are stronger after the damage is done.
Mortal wounds come to us all impartially.
The best of life comes at us fatally.

We bleed until we have the good sense to die.
The end answers every question in its reply.
Life lived is as precious as it ends
Surrounded by no one, or by our loving friends.

All of us have better places to be.
We step into tomorrow just to see.
We ask ourselves questions over coffee.
Wondering who we are and will be ultimately. 

The world, it seems, breaks everyone.
We are stronger after the damage is done.
Mortal wounds come to us all impartially.
The best of life comes at us fatally.

We struggle with what's left us bruised.
Because it runs deep to be left confused.
The things we think we thought that we knew
Are as paradoxical as the past that we outgrew.

Stepping out for another cup of tea.
In its reflected leaves, I see through me.
Strange new worlds became my final frontier.
But at the last drop, there was something still there.

The world, it seems, breaks everyone.
We are stronger after the damage is done.
Mortal wounds come to us all impartially.
The best of life comes at us fatally.

(c) July 15, 2025   Michael Doyle
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