On your knees, as if begging (for the right to stay)?
Have you been lost, and if you have been lost,
have you been found?
What is that one urge that keeps you at night?
And do you like it when you're up so late?
What makes the hair on the back of your neck stand?
And when they stand, do you think they need a reason?
Do you think you have it in you to say something good in words?
And if you do, do you think you would ever say them out loud?
Have you been breathing?
Are your lungs full?
(Full of shame, full of guilt, full of hope)
Have you found life in your dark room?
Or have you discovered some secret glee in pain?
Do you wish to get out?
And will your choice change if you know I am standing outside?
What if I am standing outside and waiting?
What if I am standing outside and not?
By Akif Kichloo