The light at the end of the tunnel is sometimes just another train coming straight to you... to crush your face, your thirst, your unprotected hope... it comes to end the stubborn patience of an old man waiting for his freedom, his heroic death...
And there comes a moment when the truth lands humbly on your smashed shoulders : "does not it really matter anymore?"...
Should you die in the darkness of a circular tunnel there it is your true savior... screaming smoky light crawling out of his cave... to devour the darkness, the "You"...
You do not have to go to the end... the end always finds you..
You do not take it to the end... it comes to the end itself
And there comes a moment when the truth lands humbly on your smashed shoulders : "does not it really matter anymore?"...
Should you die in the darkness of a circular tunnel there it is your true savior... screaming smoky light crawling out of his cave... to devour the darkness, the "You"...
You do not have to go to the end... the end always finds you..
You do not take it to the end... it comes to the end itself