Bewildered Poem by DM W

We try to decipher abstract
Codes and languages
As they drift peculiarly
In the ether, to no avail.
The world seem to move way
Too quickly for us these days.
I suppose everything's okay
For those with butterfly minds.
But for those of us who plumb
Life's depths, it's rather confusing.
Rudimentary signs have
Now replaced rich symbols.
Images constantly reoccur
But what is their purpose?
And what is their meaning? .
Perhaps one simply needs
To surf over all the chaos.
But will there be time to breathe?
Is there no way out of
The postmodern labyrinth?