The universe have shifted graciously,

and so very generously.

Barren lands have given way to chasms of depth,

opening up to accomodate your path of change.

Yet, with every tip-toe you muster –

you are further engulfed in confusion

where is it that you want to go?

why does your mouth open in permanent yes –

to every door that your heart says no?

Your identity is effortlessly swapped, like trading cards

chipped away with every mis-step

The chasms of depth turn swiftly into raging oceans

and in every resurface –

the waves only injure you deeper

every direction is a misdirection

every direction is a mass of dark abyss

every heartbeat becomes more paranoid

every second is more urgent than the last.

The shifting chasms are swallowing you whole

Shift, shift again

Who do you shift for?

Resurface,

and breathe,

breathe once again,

before your own path of change drowns you.