Tunnel

Through these rough terrains Past the ruthless showers I tread on The tunnel seems Without an end And yet I go on Is that last shimmering piece In me, gold hued Hope? I trudge along To the sound of strangers Appealing me to go on Like salesman Going on and on about the perks The benefits I have never touched them Known their warmth Breathed the same air as them And yet Through the glass wall It's strange They know me so well So even when I don't trust I like all else Wish but to be understood So I will myself to trust them Even when I stop each give minutes To list out why I mustn't The absurdity of it all I walk on To where the it supposedly is The light The end Something without definition Something even they haven't figured out And yet babble on about And press me To- Go on.