Poetry

Lights

You've been walking.
Walking towards the light.
The light at the end of the tunnel.

Why are you?

You don't need to.
You can stop walking.
Stop rushing towards nothingness.

You can wait.

Maybe because it's coming for you.
The light, it's cruising your way.
Waiting to be a part of you.

Maybe. Just maybe.
You don't need the light.
But, it needs you.
'Cause you're the end.
The end of it's tunnel.