Everywhere We Go

Everywhere we go There is something new Directions to and fro Always coming through The times to remember In hours long lost All the many embers Of earth's wounded rust Living day by day In varieties oppress Came as it may With stupor and caress Behind the time-table Its work is brought With what it's then able From the ways it’s taught Losing credibility From its palpably project Needing more simplicity Not to be in neglect Walking increasing speed Time is of importance Between words then read Something is left for a chance