I have things-

Thoughts

That I must tell you.

They run numbly through my head,

And they make my heart hurt

So tenderly.

They remind me of a different day.

Tonight... I will turn out

Those burning lights.

I'll look out the rain-splattered window

And jump out-

Out.

The world outside of this one,

That's where I'll go.

The place full of something I've lost.

I have feelings

That I think you could understand,

But how do I say them?

How do I convey them?

Tonight... I will run,

And I will hurt when I laugh.

And maybe tonight

I will feel alright.

I wanted this to rhyme

And I wanted my life to fit right

Into the rhythm of this world.

You understand this.

Maybe tonight I will tell you

That I feel so many things.

And I will take these feelings,

And I will find a way to stretch and whirl

Them into spoken truth.

Maybe tonight,

I'll find a way.

I'll run away, always away-

Towards my own awaiting arms

Somewhere far off in the night.

But before I go, I will ask you,

So softly:

"Will you come with me?"

And you, friend, will say:

"I will."