I’ll come to you when the rain is at its final leap.
You won’t be tired if I can’t manage to sleep.
All I need is a quiet place to wind down the roads in my head,
So that you, darling, won’t ever leave this world dead.

Close my eyes and I see you with your friends.
Their bizarro world of coffee never ends.
You’ll speak of leaders and readers and the numb.
While I prance in deaf blind and dumb.

Why is it so many things are in existence?
How can I learn with all of your insistence?
I don’t want to be a burden, but I don’t understand
How you can hope and love with the lower hand.

I still love you.
Even in my dreams.
Even when the moon is bursting at its seams.
If she is what you want,
Leave me pale and gaunt.
I don’t deserve you.

You would leave if you could dear, wouldn’t you?
On the road with Jack Kerouac and the other cuckoo?
If you could leave me alone inside of my mind,
I know you’d run away and away from my kind.

You want to hold me sometimes, I know it.
If only I weren’t so awkward with my tea and my throwings.
I think you’d love me, I know you would too.
If only I could form a sentence without needing you.

I don’t feel any comfort anymore from them.
Your friends have all melted, mine turned seraphim.
So its you and me now, against no one at all.
Can’t you see we’re only ants on an oversized ball?