When the Detour Becomes the Intention
by Michael Doyle

There is an art to elegant simplicity,
Avoiding all that becomes duplicity,
We seek to make our lives be lived real
Where the art of meaning meets the feel.

Funny moments become the art of distinction,
As we move straightforwardly,  as the inclination
That was the starting point of life's destination,
We find that life's moving on becomes the inspiration.

When the detour becomes a good intention,
We live our lives in a smile of blur observed.
Turning the detour to become the focal of attention,
A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.

One hundred miles per hour is the speed I'm living,
Never shrinking away from all that life is giving. 
The joy of opposites is that I am never truly lost,
The price paid is usually more than worth the cost.

Like rubber and glue, it's sometimes sticks to you,
That all of life is worth taking the time to view.
The moral eclipse is worth living until our heart stops,
Life's trapped doors take us out with their sudden drops.

When the detour becomes a good intention,
We live our lives in a smile of blur observed.
Turning the detour to become the focal of attention,
A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.

The lightning of our smile freezes into your denial,
Clued into the inevitability of me loving your style.
I don't mean to steal your thunder, but it stole me first,
Yours is the kiss of the waters that always make me thirst.

It's a crash when the world gets in our random way, 
I've already been here much longer than I planned to stay.
I have nowhere to go beyond the echo of your first hello.
But my love for you is something you really ought to know.

When the detour becomes a good intention,
We live our lives in a smile of blur observed.
Turning the detour to become the focal of attention,
A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.

If there was a sign would you have stopped to read?
It turns out that, after all, love is all that we need.
Someone significant said that a generation ago,
Since then, all we've done is to live that familiar echo.

I watched as your heart dropped, and it began to bleed,
There's a beautiful melody in the magic of being freed.
The morning tea is like a love tale told from the heart,
It turns out getting lost has become a form of true art.

When the detour becomes a good intention,
We live our lives in a smile of blur observed.
Turning the detour to become the focal of attention,
A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.

(c) November 7, 2025   Michael Doyle
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