There Is Some Time For Everything (A Song From, ‘mad-Mouth John’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is some time for everything
A little moment upon every heart
A time to wonder a time to sing
A way to make ways different apart
How gentle this knowing is to tore
In filling ears with wandering ways
For always there’s some more and more
The coming of eras and going of days

Every time here is luck to be found
Which goes right back to its older reality
For things are to ways always bound
And like to be handled there quite free
I know you'll be the one who'll search again
Into your own so very strangely knowing
Moving from intricacy to its plain
It’s the right way for you to always be going?

A little of this is a way out of luck
Making each time more difficult and tough
But nothing is forever, it sometimes is stuck
For ways of man's mind are smooth and rough
Throwing all back to each ones face
Making its way in to hurting someone
If there is something that needs to have space
Let it come here: in its wanting to be done!

And like a dream in from with a new say-so
Searching to hold and trying to understand
Be acquainted with it all in its rushed in go
Even though thoughts that followed are in bland