Tunnel of Light

A ticking clock in silence Fading light, brushing I am fighting my conscience In this tunnel of my heart, seeking For an answer of unasked question For a reason to keep this feeling as mine When I know keeping means excruciation Still the question whirling, in this tunnel of my mind What should I do with these feelings? So forbidden yet so strong Will you understand me even when nothing that I’m saying? Will you embrace me or accuse me as being wrong? By this tunnel of life I am standing Wishing that I can travel through the life timeline To find the right time, place and wording To present my heart to you, my dear sunshine