Nothing... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing is coming my way
it's all going nowhere,
through the hours on play
showing up here and there.

Feelings so soft and sweet
all that is waiting to go,
moments of hours in need
following life motions flow.

How can I touch and give?
If nobody is here to listen,
I want to conquer and live
in every moment's glisten.

Through days that go on
into the flowing of awhile,
feel in heart what I've done
with life moods and style.

Nothing is nowhere going
only to be there mislaid,
times of its height glowing
needs to become and made.

Life is so much insecure
if there is nothing ahead,
kind words do just allure
with what's written or said.