All Is A Dream Going By Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All is a dream going by
wondering moments in time,
feelings that come so high
when they are ready in prime.
All is a way to a showing
what is out there for you,
then its instant is for its going
when those moments are through.

Nothing is waiting forever
all is a time in their way,
memories show them together
in their opportunities play.
You may remember it differently
for nothing will hold the mind,
thoughts become always more easily
when you recall them again to find.

All is a dream and a play
Before it is gone with the brain
thoughts never for long do stay
though you might find them again.
In other days and their occasions
when you search on for its ways,
life is like stillness apprehensions
when it to your mind plays.