A tunnel,
a dark tunnel,
a vast void of nothingness,
where the only thing visible is the light,
the light at the end.
A tunnel where the silence,
becomes a weapon
becomes sound
becomes the defening boom.
Alone we are,
alone standing by our shadows,
alone and afraid to move
alone and afraid to die.
The cold surrounds us,
surrounds our skin
our self
our ego.

A choice is given,
to go beyond
to go back
to give it all up
to ascend to the sky.
A choice we make,
we celebrate
we contemplate,
we may regret.
But some stay,
some don't move
some don't care,
some are scared.
The choice that I make
is not the same one he made,
she made
and one that I keep to myself.

I alone will not,
have not,
might not.
Pay the price,
risk your life,
destroy my mind.
It is my decision,
my opinion,
my depressed obsession.
To want to see the end,
to see the light,
to see beyond my understanding.
Though troubled minds argue,
I am not with you
with her
with him.
I alone must suffer my consequences,
my disobedience,
my choice of life.

We may be comrades,
friends
confidants.
Though it is said above,
we are alone
with not one mind more.
I rather go down the road alone...
cliched though the truth,
this dream that seems our true selves,
is nothing more than a dream.
Where the material that truly is us,
asleep yet not awakened,
raises above our realm and
lets us know,
lets us know that this dream we hold
will soon come crumbling down
and gives us the choice,
to descend into the oblivion
or ascend into the heavens
to ignore that which is the pain,
of having no one or embrace
the pain which tells us we are alive...
for soon, indeed soon, we will not be alone.

 
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