Next To Nothing (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets With Poems) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's next to nothing
What's going now on,
The stars are bluffing
With time that's gone;
Nothing within a reason
In travelling through,
Contradicting a season
That comes to imbue.

It's here or everything
That makes it so whole,
Together the circle bring
To make more cajole;
Nothing without a thought
Lying around somewhere,
To enlighten then brought
To be or not to be aware.

It's next in line to find
Each its purpose and goal,
What in its way is assigned
The flickering fire steam roll;
Nothing without an artery
Fulfilling its own reaching,
What lies out there's for free
Not all for earth's teaching.