Everything Done (A Lyric)
by Peter S. Quinn - April 15, 1999
Everything done is always almost gone
To walk away memory street
That we walked with tiresome feet
Sometimes the only way to go
So empty as a dream can be, in present and past
Our life we spend living so fast
And some of it is in none
No lucky way had or found
If life is to emptiness bound
Like a merry go round and round
The best way is always better then gold
But harder to handle or hold
Each maturing stories untold
Through weeks, months and years they unfold
And our efforts, continuing, on grows
We had all our dreams and our tries
They flooded like a stream that dies
They looked so bold to you and me
With freshness in their youtfulhness
But some are to short lived to see
What becomes: a curse or a bless
Every dream is as high as their skies
Like a kite to the unknown it flies
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