The days and nights I wandered, <br />Lost in the fog of not knowing <br />Aching with yearning, <br />For that everyday sort of love, <br />We take almost for granted, when we have it <br />Grieving friendless and alone, once we’ve lost it. <br />I hope those days and nights <br />Add up to something, one day <br />For if this journey was meaningless, <br />Then life itself will get a bad name.<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-to-look-ahead/
