The Way Out To The About Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The way out to the about
Is going to somewhere too
It has everything in its doubt
To bring you almost through
Its certainty is of its state
And made for the distances
It has its course in fate
And takes to future its chances

It is of a reflecting light
Sometimes becoming certainty
Of lost or a turning flight
That never is going to be
The dreams in the skies faraway
Like gleam to the many places
As bright as a sunshine day
Or a joy of the smiling faces

There is so much in every future
That carries supplies of fame
To bring you out of dark suture
And gives you its fiery flame
Where vicious wolves are gone
And every ones blossom’s true
To carry their ends here on
And bring in kingdom of the new