There was a bridge
Under the bridge was a tunnel
I was searching for a way through

There was this boy
A boy who was looking at me from afar
He was wondering

I heard something
Something like a twig was snapped
I was stunned

Inside the tunnel was dark, blank space
With such deafening silence
So it echoed the snap

I turned my back
I turned to see
What was behind

I never looked back
In hopes of finding that light
The light they say that I will find through this tunnel

I saw a lad
He was pale and shy
He pulled me out of the tunnel

I was surprised that I wasn't surprised
I trusted this lad
And then he asked

"What are you doing all alone?"
"I was looking for the light at the end of that tunnel."

"But there is no tunnel. Look, it is just an illusion others crafted to convince you that you are not where you are supposed to be and you are better off elsewhere."

While he was talking
I was looking into his eyes thinking
How incredible it was how much he knew about this facricated tunnel
I wondered where he had been all along
Then..

He whispered something into my ear
More often than not, people whisper secrets
But he whispered the truth

He told me, "There is no light at the end of the tunnel because the tunnel does not exist. Life is a forest as wild as it can be
where the light shines through the spaces between the leaves on the trees. You are free to wander because you are not anywhere you are supposed to be. You just have to be one thing.. and that one thing is to be.."

"To be me!"

He took of the blinders strapped onto my head
I've never seen so much in one place
The wise man..
The boy who snapped the twig..
And the lad who pulled me by the hand

Is now someone I call my best friend