I was so close.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
I was almost there.
I fought, tooth and nail, to reach the light,
But as I chased,
As I grew closer,
As I craved it more and more,
The light grew dim.
Suddenly, there was no dream to peruse.
I felt like a stranded traveler that looks down at his map to find his way
But, despite his efforts, cannot find it,
Because the markings have disappeared in the darkness.
I sit there and wonder.
Lost in my own fear.
Where is the light?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
I was so close.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
I was almost there.
I fought, tooth and nail, to reach the light,
But as I chased,
As I grew closer,
As I craved it more and more,
The light grew dim.
Suddenly, there was no dream to peruse.
I felt like a stranded traveler that looks down at his map to find his way
But, despite his efforts, cannot find it,
Because the markings have disappeared in the darkness.
I sit there and wonder.
Lost in my own fear.
Where is the light?
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