Nothing Is New Or Old

There is time to go and be In fashionable ways that spark Every love is not always free From inside their ways of dark A dream that is a fantasy And feelings sometime low Yesterdays in their turning’s be As all contemplation will go They shall come and bring vim Nothing is new or old As drift on their way will swim The futures tomorrow hold Black oceans deep in fears Everything heads to its drift We have only moments in years In its endlessly going on shift Days are in contrasting walk All is of time and in emotion Hesitates ways and their talk Through every flow of potion Inside this sphere of reality Hope is forever to prosper more In this endless variety symphony That comes to each open shore