I Will

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.