Floundering  in  the metaphors of doubt

In those days we were always going out
Driving to strange places in our car
Trapped between  the  signal and the doubt

If there were a  fire we’d put it out
Buying  beer from any local bar
Oh, those days we  always  rushed about

Keeping active so  there are no thoughts
Just the vision of the crucial star
Flickering from  the manic  to the  doubts
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In the stillness, we find we have caught
A sentence from our God,  the  seminar
So these days I  serve it , just about

We  found what we never  should have sought
Schizophrenic,  literal , bizzare
Floundering  in  the metaphors  of doubt

We will   be well rendered  by the fire
Copper bottomed in our new attire
In those days we  eyed the roundabouts
Puzzled by the  symbols , wish to doubt.