Remote Corners

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