Going on the same path, headed different directions

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

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