Open The Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Open the way to indefinite stairways
The corridors of time can come here through
Everything's a feeling until it's true
So many conduits and a lot of grays

This song has been sung many times before
With each its line through vortex destiny
Coming and leaving always on its free
Sometimes to go through the unwrapped door

Strange clouds are rising on the horizon sky
Though falling once more when nearer they come
We could ask questions in wonderment why
Though never know reasons where this is all from

Time is our only means to measure its lot
What we think is relative - and what is not