Let Me Come... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let me come be your something
For this day to be set
Always new things to you bring
That you never before meet
Relax and move on softly
Try your own dreams in luck
Everything comes sometime loftily
And to this earth gets stuck

Chase the ways that it takes
To bring the best on through
And what it from there wakes
To become something again new
Not getting tired their same old way
Never succeeding in getting there
This and that for every day
Always again coming to nowhere

Let this carry in your changing try
With its habits in ordinary lift
Never ask the reason again why
This has something to do with a gift
Lying there and just nothing to fear
Taking it places to be seen
Filling empty spaces from nowhere
And everything that's staying between