September 28th

Is this is the end?

The end of thirst,

or hunger, or both?

The end of despair,

The part called repair,

Pulled in, pulled out,

Not at the right kind of time,

You tasted some of me,

And I felt some of you,

I made this pleasure thing last

As long as it could,

The labels and the boxes were wrong,

And not true,

In the end it still would come back to You.

I sought to wander,

To find a fountain,

To find a mountain to climb and win!

Just a rut, and in it!