We wonder about our fickle taste,Its no secret about the buds embrace,
Breakfast, dinner, tea.
All great feasts for me.
Crafted in the womb and tested from the bosom of life.
Our initial tap for life dries and independence starts
Experimenting after a gourmet drought
Decades into my existence
Broaden my way, broaden my taste
Rejection the initial fear
For paternal reaches far beyond,
How you think, how you taste,who you are.
When we ease the shackles so much can change,
My tongue sets a dance to the taste of the seven seas.
Its not offence, not even rejection, just life’s experimental game.