Tag Archives: Yet To Be

No Limits, Only Hope

No Limits, Only Hopeby Michael DoyleAs a child looking for a telescopeI saw no real limits, only new hope.I’d dream of the planets spinning,Each of them offering new beginnings.There, in every new world to be found,Is something that makes my … Continue reading

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In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrity

In the Hateful Wastefulness of Mediocrityby Michael DoyleIs it as it seems some kind of conspiracyThis hateful wastefulness of mediocrityClearly, I am not genius quite enoughFor I, in my simplicity, to hazard a bluffThat human nature is an understandingI hold … Continue reading

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