Wish i didn’t have to
Pay someone fifty
to let taps run dry
Wish i didn’t need to
Chase my highs
Across the way
Under the fly
Wish i asked for directions
Still stuck in the tunnel
Wishing as the lights go by

the metro is a dream machine,
lights pulse through dark windows;
colours stretch, tangle,
till they break, phase, fade out.
those high pitched squeals,
squeaks of wheels, wind tunnel
rush and hum of pushing against time.

gliding underground, electric eel,
growls like a metal dragon,
tail bending around corners,
weaving the bends,
hisses like a snake.
jumping out in the half second
before it exhales to a stop.

On a blue lonely night
I was fighting my fight
That end of the tunnel
Had no sign of light

Then something happened
I met you
It felt nice, it felt new
Though had no clue
It'll end up becoming something
beyond I had ever imagined.
My mind inevitably blew.

Knowing you feels peaceful
Like I'm meeting myself
Talking to you is blissful
Like some pieces of puzzles
Falling into places themselves.

Can't find any precedence
To the connection I've with you
You're amazing to a great immense

Your charm amazes me dazes me
Your goals, your energy just crazes me
I learn so much from you
Everyday every time we talk it amuses me

It's safe when I'm with you
Want you to feel the same way
I can let go with you
You will even find me
In a lost pile of rocks or hay

You're born to shine
Shine bright
You're among a few
Who're destined to touch
The tallest of heights

You inspire me
You helped me acquire me
You're beautiful in so many ways
I can compliment you for all my days

Now when I stand at the dark tunnel
And I try to find the end of it
I see a sign of light
It's not dark any more
I keep fighting my fight
But it's not hard anymore

It's easier then it was before
Thanks for being a part of my life
You some how open the doors
That were shut a long time ago

The woman makes a house the home
and fills the man's horizontal spread with dreams.

Four walls can’t hold a woman inside
she is veiled but not tied!

The arch in her back hits the mark
virtually dwarfs the pyramid dwarfs the sunup.
The light at the end of the tunnel here is love.

Her inner mystery is her paintbrush.
The colour on her canvas
is a far cry from the rainbow.

It doesn’t fade nor falls on the floor
keeping it up the time lingers on.
Every star here from far and near
feels at home with a mirror!

walking through a tunnel,
no light no wind,
no sound could be heard,
no "potion" to heal,
search for anything in the bag,
but nothing can be "grab",
face up, looking straight,
no sun to see.

"they" keep pushing me,
like there's no limit,
My soul is so weak
with no any "spirit",
they asked for it,
I keep give it,
need a short break,
from all "those freak".

is this the only path?
maybe yes or not,
give me some light,
to open my eyes,
I know at the "front",
there's always a way to walk through,
lead me to a better tunnel
and have some space,
my wound could be healed,
with an "easy" phase.

Either ends of a tunnel
Look like light

Friends right?
They're the best thing you can have,
I have a friend
they are so lovely to me
they love
me.

For who I am as a thing
a girl
I stay
at the place, myself with them
they look
at me and they speak kindly
how do you get your charms...

I laugh
I think they're lying to me
I say
should you not ask someone else?
I
am
----
how
can
you
not
see
that.

They smile
what are you talking about
you're flat out gorgeous!

my eyes light up
oh dear god...
I'm so dumb
they
love
me
for
who
I
truly
am

So many people talk about the
Light at the end of the tunnel.
But they don’t talk about
What comes after that.
They don’t talk about how
The light blinds you when you get too close,
How it completely swallows you, and
How you’re left confused and bewildered afterwards.
No one tells you that change can hurt you,
Internally- the worst way-
Turning your whole world upside down.
No one talks about how the
Light at the end of the tunnel can also be
The light of an oncoming train.

Before I knew it I darted towards her like a train.
Barreling toward her fast as I could.
Inhaling deep, releasing deep huff.
The rumble of what came to be manifested before I was seen.
The notion of steam clouds and rod hot like iron.
Darting past the station.
Caution thrown to the wind in a solid fluid motion.
The rumble of my heart lead the way.
Stead fast, the scenery of steeping in front of emotion.
Track after track.
Winding and twisting with nothing to block the way.
I shot into a tunnel.
Stepping head first into what I have always known.
The express route to desire.
To inhale in ultimate asphyxiation.
The next station miles and miles away.
We were punctual.
Breaking down in deep huff.
Trails of smoke funnel where I lost my breath