It was in a long dark tunnel, I stood and stared,
a light at one end; I’m curious, should I dare?
And as I walked, the end came clear,
I felt on my face, a trickle, a tear.
A tear of joy or one of sadness,
a moment of confusion, to all life’s madness.
I’m just not sure, I just don’t know,
exactly on which way to go?
There I walked in the darkness of it all,
trying hard not to trip and fall.
Moving carefully for with each step,
the thought of knowing there could be no next.
If only our lives werefull of generous deeds,
adventurous tasks and certainty in leads.
Then we would know the ways of fate,
and even near death, it’s never too late.