new and old

Feelings were never so obscure and ambiguous
Aren’t pragmatic but yet nice to feel
When and why do we tend to look for a preposition?
Some are the old ones whereas some naives new attractions

Tending to shuffle from the best to the rest the just of the frame that feeling frame
Shuffling in and out of the crust scattered all across
Deep within the fury of the desire keeps pushing it up

Riding over the Low and high tides
When fog shows something only what I choose to see
flow and flown were mere the exemplification how far w go
gull had its own way but the desire flows some where else

the preposition that makes me go insane was I to lame
to stick with the old stick where ever I moved
Unlike the rest where the feeling just resides calmly as if in deep sleep
Revolving around the stick badly stuck

End is all I feel and it’s just along with me
It’s all I have its all I own it’s all I respect its all I clinch to
Silently buried deep in the inner self I walk in and out
Walking as fresh as the old feeling walks with the new