The Never Ending Tunnel
I keep chasing something,
Not knowing what it is.
I pass by fields of color,
Blues, greens, reds, and purple,
They pass in a blur.
There is no shape to these colors,
But they are there, with sounds
Some yelling and some whispering
Some enlightened and some furious.
They engulf me.
I hear them, but see no one to claim them.
I look straight ahead and see a light.
Blinded, I look down.
Knowing it is the way out.
But with every step,
The light gets farther away.
This tunnel is never ending,
That everyone takes.
This tunnel is life,
And there is no escape.
Not knowing what it is.
I pass by fields of color,
Blues, greens, reds, and purple,
They pass in a blur.
There is no shape to these colors,
But they are there, with sounds
Some yelling and some whispering
Some enlightened and some furious.
They engulf me.
I hear them, but see no one to claim them.
I look straight ahead and see a light.
Blinded, I look down.
Knowing it is the way out.
But with every step,
The light gets farther away.
This tunnel is never ending,
That everyone takes.
This tunnel is life,
And there is no escape.