Not Going Anywhere Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Not going anywhere
in the days of today,
just been here and there
in time's drift and play.
But nothing becomes nothing
in its time and light,
some ways to a bluffing
which is not all right.

Hard ways are keeping
all in its strong iron,
so, inspirations are sleeping
and never will be done.
There must be another way
to find gold in rust,
and give it a finer play
before it is all lost.

So, I'll keep on going
into the future of dreams,
for I am in this knowing
its flow of endless streams.
That give and give more
and let it come to be,
like waves from another shore
that are here eternally.