The Dreamy Room Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I can't hold any longer to my breath,
I can't hold any longer to my future;
I'm one step ahead to where I'm going to,
But I notice you've been a long time there.
And I kept saying to the past,
We shall reach our goal at last;
Even though we in our shadow stand,
We shall not be there forever, rove around or strand.
For fresh wind is coming through,
And it's recycling its air to you;
With a breath, clever and clean,
You can't miss any hours between.
In the labyrinth of dreamy room and time game,
All the roads are with directions but no name;
With a space that was closed in an unknown box,
And of a stranger who did not know, it mocks.
Shifting rays of the sun to the sky,
Making spirits that were low, again high;
Forever, shall be dancing through the forest,
Therein lays the fulfillment of life's quest.
Time will tell what you brought with your birth,
Every countable effort that was worth;
Of the struggling pace of your generation,
And the feeling and lust of all our sensation.
You can't hold any longer to your breath,
You can't hold any longer to your future;
You are one step ahead to where you're going to,
Surely you notice some one else has been a long time there.