if i leave you
will you find me
track me down
in the middle of the night
before i run away
because i am scared
and running seems to be
the only answer
because my questions are leading me
no where
and my head can't wrap itself
around
all that is and all that isn't and all that
i
want
and all that i need
(under my shivering fingernails
is etched the truth)
so i will hide my hands
in my pockets
and i will shut my eyes
in their sockets
and i will race
away
from its-all-
too-much