That light at the end of tunnel seems so bright actually brighter than ever
It’s a welcome site for sore eyes and a body battling tough weather
Floating toward the light at what seems to be slower than a snail’s pace
Wondering if that light will ever grace your face
A bit of what’s been missing in life is what you seek this day
But the light only pierces a few moments to your dismay
Back and forth into the lonely shaded areas of your world
This drifting along really is something for the birds
Every opportunity to get this wretched raft and smell the roses some
Comes slowly and departs quickly leaving you empty as if there was none
Realizing that this eclipse lasts longer than ordinary
The promising words whispered on the now sound contrary
From this window in which nothing can penetrate
Still looking forward to the future makes it hard to concentrate
Time seems to elapse on instant as if it evaporates
Still leaving too much space to wander and meditate
How can I feel so much love and still be consumed with heartache
Is my every emotion merely elaborate waste
Am I doomed to accept this is this really my fate
How much of this am I expected to take
Surrounded at all times still living on an island of seclusion
Is this all out of need that has manifested a mirage a mere illusion
Where is a little more daylight on our river where can I find it
Why when I cry out all I hear is silence
The creature comforts of our world are becoming in effective and wearing thin
Yet I return to the raft and drift slowly again and again