the tunnel that doesn't seem to end.

where am I, what is this place?

is this a dream, do I pick up pace?

is there an end? all I see a white dot.

will a message send? from my cell phone in this large tunnel spot?

it keeps going on, and on. I hope that white dot doesn't leave.

my mind is drawn, when I reach the end I'll be relieved.

there isn't any other twists and turns, my legs don't seem to burn.

where am I? this tunnel dosen't seem to end.

seeing my good points and bad points in life.

memmories I couldn't remember if I tried.

my minds going further on, my minds not shutting its face.

where am I, am I a discrase?

mind is fulding, mind is blank.

the further I seem to get.

that white dot is turning to a light, I hope I make it yet.

where am I? on a road to heaven?

or is this a light going somewhere else?

the light turned to a gate, I hope I'm not late.

there must be hope for me yet.

R.M. ( bye bye writers block)