Would I release myself from the impending pain?
Would I run away from you?
The toxic fumes, the paranoid self
Comes into collusion with the rising thin air

Setbacks and letdowns
Come and go like the rushing wind
And for all that I did and all I anticipated
I think have come true

But wounds heal, the heart recovers
Especially when one sleeps
Especially when one gets sick
A rest hums a song to a rattled self

Did you rattle for being sick?
Or did you pose for wanting to go?
I wish, oh how I wish it was merely
The physical limitations of life.

Yet I will not be persuaded
By innocent lies and familiar faces
I am like a stone to the bone
Because my experience have brought me home... to you

And home can be the place that I live
And the moments I encounter
The glances I take across your face
And the imaginations of tomorrow

And when synchronicities, analogies, anomalies, and ironies conspire,
I of course am bound to such a conclusion---
I understand.