Thoughts To Adapt Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Something is always going
To their point of no returning
We in the distances are growing
And from it all again learning

Ways are unpredictable always
Wherever the future lies
So much of this and that plays
Within every low rotate and highs

I've come a long way in knowing
Where my dreams could be trapped
Each goes on to its own flowing
Always with thoughts to adapt

Bringing those days to advance
In hours you thought were lost
So consequential but askance
In everything that crisscrossed
Nothing to worry about though
If you have found your way
For what you thought shall grow
On to its furthermore tray

I've come a long way in knowing
How much is worthy to store
In every learning and going
Always with thoughts to adapt
Where my dream could be trapped
Always with thoughts to adapt