I can't quite seem to find you
Yet, you always seem to find me
How is it that my aim were dreams
But your dreams are me?
So tell me, how can I find you?
How did you find me in the seas
Of trauma, where my thoughts anchored
My being to aimless troubled needs
To what lengths much I stretch for you?
Must I delve into the fire of your ire?
Or hold you when illness keeps you still?
Perhaps you shouldn't have to tell
Perhaps I should always know
Now I will passionately fortell
That I will die trying to find you--
And make you a Heaven out of my Hell.