Winding On To The Future (From, Spring Come Come)

Time is night and fire Giving from its standing Past and present desire Nowhere to somewhere landing All is written in days Filling the links of hope Ordinary present ways Rules of the trail kaleidoscope Winding on to the future Streaming the lost track With every part and suture Those are of life's daypack We are the preachers of fate Further on to the looking Each our given debate Into souls psychics hooking Jump to the new and the old Mind is below and above Somewhere to reach and hold Full of its imaginations of Endless in our own end We have just this short journey That we to our command bend To give us some prosperity