I walked into the endless tunnel,
my vision blurred and mind obscured,
seeping through the everlasting funnel,
turbulating along its walls I whirled.
I ventured onto an aimless path,
my limbs limped and feet faultered,
sliding on a narrow swath,
Hanging in the middle, unreturned.
A sweet mellow voice I heard,
a ringing sound ar an echo from within,
It called out to a distant herd,
or to the deep desire burnin’.
It said, break the walls and crack the pipes,
stray the road and cast aside
the fears and the hopeless vibes,
and climb up on the rising tide.
Let the agony of the past subside,
Be peace upon the inner strife,
Now what I want is what I like,
Is the motto of my life.