there’s a certain
melancholiness
that enters in
the dread of life

not much emotion
but a lot of thought
creating ways to exist
through each day

there’re those
who see the light
be it ever so small
at the end of the tunnel

there’re most
who never enter the tunnel
crossing over the bridge
with the ones they love

and yet some
are deep in the tunnel
where darkness lies
in front of and behind them

but the train never worries
it has its own light