There Is No Time After This Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is no time after this
Only some time in growing old
Futures are coming like bliss
Breaking the waves that hold
To the daydreaming on to deep
Fast and slow motions turning
Nothing forever ours to keep
Every bridge crossing burning

There’s no life onward to live
If it can't show what you need
You must connect on to and live
And learn from what you'll read
Nothing to hold to give or take
Taste is a way to make it real
In fresh thoughts you´ll awake
If you'll catch what you did feel

There is no afterward in new
Only holding on to make advance
Trust an instinct it becomes you
Like opportunity need its chance
Nothing’s easy coming or going
Its only moment forward or past
So much outline to the showing
Giving a framework for its cast