Aimless wandering down strident pathways, weaving in and out <br />of yesterday and the future. <br /> <br />Being here today has done no good, nothing matters, nothing <br />changes, just trying to exist is no longer a priority in life. <br /> <br />Stepping out of it's circumference, leaving this hell on <br />earth, never looking back, moving on, seeing the light, <br />wanting only to find the way. <br /> <br />Aimless wandering down strident pathways, weaving in and out <br />of yesterday and the future. <br /> <br />Today is never coming back and into my life's destiny, it has <br />been left on remote corners of the universe, not wanting to <br />be with me any longer. <br /> <br />Lasting thoughts finding their way into intellect, traversing <br />with me to the ends of rhythm as my last dirge is played on <br />edges of night.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remote-corners/
