Benefiting Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scheduled periods of leisure are never entirely followed
on any day.

Instead, being called to mind and taken in stride down
corridors and catacombs underground.

Convinced and believed, all thoughts benefiting with the
co-existence of each other.

So completely and pain-stakingly moving into tunnels of
another era.

Lively conversations under ancient timetables are being
separated and left on tablets of stone.

Winding and twisting right where they stand, without
knowing what is going on in any given moment.

Through the deserts, galloping steadily to the beats of
tomorrow.