Esplanade of Past Future

Hope was mistaken The destiny is sure By age all I had was taken The quest hast always pure; As isolated as the ruins of Babylon Tunes I heard was immature-couldn’t dance Whispered a voice give up not! Carry on And all desired now in abundance, Most times we need not what we need And time only shall tell Attain not what’s destined with greed Alas! Humility is appreciated ..all is well; Today is just yesterdays Life not a dream we’ve come to stay Real you yet on the way O! to regret nothing-in my bed in peace I lay.