Bring Me Down (From Rock Star) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,
Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;
Down to the road where all earth has to strife,
Give every moments thought veins of joy and free.

No one is different and anything can change your goal,
Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;
These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,
Different people come when others stories are gone.

The airways will lead and recognize the truest sound,
Pain may be within and never fully found or realized;
Every thought that goes comes sometime again around,
Each morning like the evening it will all again centralized.

No one is different and anything can change your goal,
Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;
These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,
Different people come when others stories are gone.

Have you ever tried to see into blue,
Before it changed and became new...?

Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,
Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;
Down to the road where all earth has to strife,
Give every moments thought veins of joy and free.

Nothing is different and no one can change your goal,
Feelings in the middle may mold and try your size on;
These are the ways and making each character role,
Different people come when others patches are gone.

It's just so may roads to all the ways that come,
It's just so may roads to all the thoughts of some;
Please take the only road where you have never been,
For then the roads one day you will be returning from.
Please take the only road that others have not seen.

Much varieties,
In street one sees,
In street one sees - with the free ways of liberties.
In the streets and trees,
In the streets and trees,
Of freedom songs and ad-infinitum liberties.