When I am lost …. 

Immersed… 

inundated in your thoughts….

With the urge to explore you…. 

with the willingness to withdraw….

from this time and space….. 

I find the so secure you….

comforted in your existing place. 

Where I try to loosen up and I let go….

I find you holding on to the patterns…

the established  and the experienced …

with a tinge of bitterness that now you fathom…

as your reality…

and also that honesty is just a sham…

and true words spoken … just a game.

And then what I have…

is nothing but my feelings wandering around like nomads..

Prying to find refuge…

but the loss of faith infused….

In every vein of their existence is so huge….

That now they wander without a name….

denied of "belongingness"   …

And this happens ….

when I so willingly let go… drowning in the flow….

And your instincts you tame.