Rhythm Of My Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whiling away existence, listening to a different drummer play a rhythm all my own.
Roaming through my imagination, kicking up dust, exposing my inner personality, delivering self from suffering as I immerse myself in depths of musical rhythms.
Giving up my being to music of my soul, regretting none of it.
Foregoing modern technology to just be myself and enjoy what I can of my life while I'm here.
Satisfied that I can do no more than this, I live to justify my life at it's ending.