How Soon Is Now (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

How soon is now
With all its endless going
That shows up somehow
Without you ever knowing
Like rain that comes
And pours from cloudy sky
In its dripping drums
Without ever asking why

How soon is here
With dreams that never pass
And go to everywhere
What might have come across
Like time standing still
With nothing more to say
And others might fulfill
Later in their own way

How soon is this
Those answers those are gone
Like a morning bliss
To carry just on and on
With nothing more to give
Just parting times near
Or remembrance to live
When something else is here