Toward A Never End

Give me a name
To have
To hold
A world anew
And levels beyond
What can be made of this
A full glass
A second sip
And (h)ours pass
No news of lifted thought
Just possession
Just screaming
White noise a-flutter
In my ears
In my eyes
This time is ticking me apart
Flicking my soul
Tickling my conscience
An end un-said
So too is its past
But I'll collect it all
Stories driven
Told in written
Spoken
Holding words
The journey lay untouched
Move with me
And it'll build
All found
All loved
All
Peace