On the Swivel
by Michael Doyle

Each passing season brings new discovery.
Hidden within our unintentional etymology,
Each season brings its liberation from history.
When treated as newly known, it brings liberty.

The scholars pretend that it brings new value,
As if these were never noticed by me and you. 
After living a lifetime, it's gotten old, 
Pretending something revolutionary has been told.

We relax as we continue to grow,
Learning as we have all there is to know.
But there is always more to pretend to know.
If we learn well enough, in time maybe it will show.

We've endured the best of the American dream,
Funny, isn't it, how we want to wake up and scream.
Half the country still wonders if this is as good as it gets,
While a significant minority has absolutely no regrets.

That's the thing about a country growing and learning,
It only leads to more and more dissatisfied yearning.
Yearning for those things we don't have or yet know.
This is how, in life, we are encouraged enough to grow.

So it is with the music that we  manage to play,
Never staying the same but changing in delicate ways.
With each new pattern expressed, our souls begin to yearn
For the unknown notes we've never heard, and we have yet to learn.

That's how we go about reaching creativity - 
When we are good and ready with receptivity. 
These are the moments truly worth living for,
And they are waiting, ready for us to open the doors.

(c) September 26, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved