Poet's Paradise (Dawn of Era of Poems)

Nothing to tell, nothing to hide Fear in flight, dread in flight : none Lies! we speak unto selves Filling up on those filled shelves Past is a mystery, like times to come Fading in the distance, unlike moon & sun Facing the hapless being helpless every morrow "Nothing to hide"? Empty barrels of mirth & sorrow Where's the hope I promised thee? Is it here in the landscape you see? It's in a faraway land, buried beyond seas Beneath mountains of sand Lending a hand to some unknown being Unknowingly tasting, admiring the last of what he'll be seeing Strange, our lives are quite long While the stories remain short For the reality to board For song sung by hope in hope Before the world it dreamt could elope

 You change times or times change you The brewery starts only after its first brew Oceans come from deserts, they start from dew It's good it's bad, happy & sad Laudable laughter with mourner's hat Walking, contemplating all that could be Unrelated worlds have too much to see