"Call Me"

Call me Wanderer, when I set my sights on things far away and seem to forget my surroundings. When I'm caught up in life and all it has to offer. Think me not cruel when I fail to notice things close at hand and dwell not on the morbid, on the everyday trials and tribulations of my acquaintances. For I am not among you, I am away.

Call me Trespasser, when I trample through your life like a page in an ancient diary fallen into alien hands. There is no secret I will not uncover, no privacy I will not intrude upon. If you fear what I may find, just know that neither am I above reproach. We all have pages in our book we would wish to tear out and destroy. Life is too short to forget about yesterday, for without yesterday there is no today, no tomorrow and no forever!

By Shannon (Perdue) Oliver