The fair ground
Nothing
Is ever
Lost
Most things
Are just
Waiting patiently
In the corner
To be
Found
And the dust
Gathers
And the spiders
Crawl
And the cover
The precious
With careful
Webs
And spin
The world
Along
Often
We are
Too quick
To jump
Too impatient
To call on
The inevitable
Which always
Will happen
Anyway
So sit back
A while
Put up
Your feet
Loosen your belt
And try your best
To
Enjoy the
Thing
You have
Little control
Over
Anyway
