Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet
and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue
as if it was just yesterday
when I found all reason in you;
a low point, I know,
to believe that that would do
but it felt safe
it felt like home
amid the world of shifting sand; in which I live in
shifting and shifting and shifting
I can’t find my way out
thought I found it;
home, you
and now I’m back to shifting and shifting and shifting
again
Samasya Tapasya 