Give A Time (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give a time to be a star,
The rivers are out of control;
Some things are quite bizarre,
In and out of this chuckhole.

Give a time to flowing dreams,
Waves of the sea to try;
Though everything faraway now seems,
Let just your thoughts grow high.

Time is at ease or going,
Live with your changes to be;
There is some absolute in knowing,
What your eyes can not see.

Give a time for your freedom,
Follow the roads that are near;
There are many distances ad-infinitum,
But only yesterday becomes clear.

Time is at ease or going,
Live with your changes to be;
There is some absolute in knowing,
What your eyes can not see.

All chains are meant to brake loose,
To make away to your tomorrow;
You have no reasons for an excuse,
To stand against the undergo.
Say what you dream and dream yet again,
Your secrets are only inside your space;
Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,
Attitudes like dreams so many ways.

Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,
Attitudes like dreams so many ways.