The light at the end of the tunnel!
Bright as the afternoon sun in the middle of a tropical summer,
edging ever closer, encompassing me,
trying to escape the place I’m so eager to get to;
Wonder what it’s running from,
wonder where it’s running to,
wandering in the cold darkness leading to nowhere.
I look back to realize, there was never anywhere that I came from;
Always in the tunnel,
always in darkness,
always on the run.
I am the light trying to escape the pointlessness of this pseudo-psycho-social paradigm.
Painted at birth,
erased at death,
I am forever,
By: Viraj Belgaonkar