it tastes familiar
like it moved through me before
on branches that broke fast
i fell upon the floor
the ground broke no fall
for i had fallen far
it was a friend of past
and called me to the its door
i ran to knock so loud
and it answered like before
saying, ‘come on in, be proud’
you’ve found me once again
i should have left you now
i told it once again
but now i see, i bow
to blow you in the wind
once again
