Not Going Anywhere

Not going anywhere in the days of today, just been here and there in time's drift and play. But nothing becomes nothing in its time and light, some ways to a bluffing which is not all right. Hard ways are keeping all in its strong iron, so, inspirations are sleeping and never will be done. There must be another way to find gold in rust, and give it a finer play before it is all lost. So, I'll keep on going into the future of dreams, for I am in this knowing its flow of endless streams. That give and give more and let it come to be, like waves from another shore that are here eternally.