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.
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