Tunnel's End

One part's handing, misunderstanding
To all so stranding, the need for standing apart
All alone sounding from the landing
A thousand volts expanding
Deep within

Time is trying, this self denying
Ends up belying a satisfying display
Of a life left after all the lying
Has settled into dying
Sans coffin

It appears I've a bracing
Bitter goblet of slime
Drink that's made for erasing
Full decades at a time
Can it be

So if there's a light at tunnel's end
I will somehow need to first divine
Where I am standing now
Which way facing
In or out
Up or down

Can I gain assession
With possession
Of an irrepressible
Constant grinding tension
Need I mention it at all

This affliction of dereliction
As an addiction shows my depiction of all
That is still here after such restriction
Is recognised as fiction
By us all

After so much projecting
Wove this prison of dread
I still can't help expecting
I'll find somewhere a thread
To freedom

So if there's a light at tunnel's end
I will somehow need to first divine
Where I am standing now
Which way facing
In or out
Up or down

So if there's a light at tunnel's end
I will somehow need to first divine
Where I am standing now
Which way facing
In or out
Up or down
Turn about
Espy!