I feel a magnetism
pulling me to you.
It's a force
out of my control.
I have to come-I will.
The choice is quickly becoming
a demand.
I'm being pulled
with increasing strength.
If I fight it much longer
it may break me in two.
And still, both parts
would have to come.
I have to be there.
Throw me that iron pole,
will you?
It will make the trip
that much quicker.
One more little tug
and I'm there....