World Prospers In Its Vain (From, Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I will whisper in the dark,
Play my songs in the park;
Feeling lonely and out of way,
Giving grieves day by day.
All is true and untrue,
It is up to me and you;
Morning comes to awake,
What the hours can make.

Take down your own ground,
Lost may be there inside found;
All the straight and the odds,
Fill each walk with new thoughts.
Weary life be gone or up fill,
There is always someone still;
What daydreams were meant to be,
Before the storms comes to free.

I have given nothing up,
That is just my tea and cup;
What I did not do before,
Nothing's inside to assure.
Loosen up in every town,
What you reap is what is sown;
Nothing will be same again,
World prospers in its vain.
World prospers in its vain.