Tonight...

Tonight my hands ache to write, my fingers long to hold a pen,
my heart wants to writhe in pain;

Tonight I want to go back to where it all began,
to the world where there is no loss, neither is there any gain;

Tonight I want to feel my words pierce through my heart,
I want to return to my only love, my art;

Tonight I want to be vulnerable again, I want to jump with joy,
cry in agony, and act insane;

But tonight does not seem to be the night,
for there are bills to pay, jobs to do, and battles to fight,

And so I keep the pen away waiting yet again for the night when the time is right.