Moods (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Where I'll go I don't know
There is so much in the flow
Places without a name
Thoughts I can not frame

The moods for a short while
With its eager temper to rile

This and that might get tossed
Through the moments lost
With no purpose or an aim
If you can't the structure tame

The moods for a short while
With its eager temper to rile

Chancing facade keep it up
Something might develop
Unexplained a little bit more
Perhaps later to adore
When you know what it's all for

The moods for a short while
With its eager temper to rile

Yep that's the way to go

Bring it in to every say-so
Give it a hope and let it grow
Nothing will be forever same
If you know the job and game

The moods for a short while
With its eager temper to rile

Chancing facade keep it up
Something might develop
Unexplained a little bit more
Perhaps later to adore
When you know what it's all for

Yep that's the way to go