Resolving A Question (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Resolving a question,
That never was or is;
The number is not known,
Only the wish.
Try to be you,
And nobody else;
Bring out all the new,
From perfectly within.

Clouds are today,
And gone tomorrow;
What we can give,
Is only what we know.
Songs that is gone,
Flying yet again;
For nothing is normal,
With inside our brain.

Born every minute,
Something to reach for;
Ladder to climb,
Or bring through ashore.
What you are asking,
Is something to hover?
Or there to wish for,
And then rediscover.