I return from known terrain
with a fresh perspective
and
cry as a newcomer,
breathe afresh sans the sleep,
sulk in pain, this time more playfully,
soak in the same moist dreams which have transformed from the saline to more dew-like,
smile at myself,
scream at myself,
groan at my own tantrums...
For in this known terrain
All I know is that
Nothing really is Permanent!
