Move It On (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let my dreams come and stay,
Feeling different day and night;
Everything's in the airway,
Hold on to your loving tight.
Soon it's over gone and dead,
What you had to give and do;
The world may be better instead,
Even though you gone and through.

Human race is starting to grow,
With the days and longings strait;
People moving on to-and-fro,
There's no time for life to wait.
Better get yourself in line,
With whatever makes some sense,
If you want to grow on and be fine,
Give your gravitations more chance.

We all get what we need,
There maybe some tricks or tread;
Or one way going an easy street,
Yes, one way going on an easy street.

Human race is starting to grow,
Gonna give a way to even more try;
Let your brothers onward grow,
Something's hart to teach or classify.
What is it all about being alive,
Letting you in - starting your drive;
Giving and teaching, letting you dive.
What is it all about being alive?

We all get what we need,
There maybe some tricks or tread;
Or one way going an easy street,
Yes, one way going on an easy street.

Yeah come and carry it on,
Give some work and have some fun.