Aimless wandering down strident pathways, weaving in and out
of yesterday and the future.
Being here today has done no good, nothing matters, nothing
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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.
Hmmm..I just read an article where some say there is no existence of time. There is no past, no today and no tomorrow. No future. Only this moment. Now. This poem reminds me of this. Love these poems of yours which make me stop and ponder on the meaning of life!