Oracle Reliance
by Michael Doyle

When forever is over
Let's not fade into zero.
Crippled, like a soul bent over,
Tomorrow is looking for its hero.

Setting heaven on fire,
We cut and run, prospecting for sorrow.
There's an interference known as desire.
I hope it gets us to our tomorrow.

The Oracle plays its projection,
Pretending to know the future.
Reaching conclusions, we find rejection
Of all those things we sought to nurture.

We run, lost in the forest shadow,
Unable, as we are, to find the way out
Up this creek without our paddle,
We reach for certainty and only find doubt.

The full moon shines in its last play.
With any luck, our fortunes won't be terminal.
There is no Godmode to show us the way.
Our clearest thoughts are feeling subliminal.

The Oracle plays its projection,
Pretending to know the future.
Reaching conclusions, we find rejection
Of all those things we sought to nurture.

All the love in the world has no teeth.
We called for joy but held on to grief.
Finding out that love is not enough.
We hung on a lifeline, only knowing our bluff.

Between two points, we're just as lost.
Blind ally trust sinks us into what's unknown.
Guessing at things that have strategic cost.
Always the last to know, this truth has shown.

The Oracle plays its projection,
Pretending to know the future.
Reaching conclusions, we find rejection
Of all those things we sought to nurture.

(c) March 6, 2026   Michael Doyle
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