Much About Nothing

Everything is going now about so fine Giving its glamour's glorious driven gleam Filling every hour with so much sunshine That shadows of darkness now nowhere seem Daydreams so many in everyone's heart Borrowing reality in each of their touch What comes then next and where must we start? To feel it enough and give of as much Times that are going like love songs with words Marvelous days that never come again Each of its reflection like spring flying birds Hard to let it go or even to disdain Much about nothing so much for everyone Always trying out before it ever begun