Tunnel
It is a busy world of work;
lost in the glamour of its speed,
all that I can clearly make out
are the tiny lights which zoom by,
leaving dimly lit trails in their wake
Fixed directions and set minds,
everybody just seems to be rushing
this way or that in the lanes.
And in the middle am I standing,
transfixed at the amazing sight.
It is a beautiful world, actually
once you try to notice its beauty.
Ironic that it won’t really exist,
if not for the speed and race -
an unusual example of complementary
All of a sudden, I’m pushed forward;
the trance broken, I realise that
it’s someone else’s turn now
to take my place at this very spot,
and for me to become the lights.
Ironic that it won’t really exist,
if not for the speed and race -
an unusual example of complementary
All of a sudden, I’m pushed forward;
the trance broken, I realise that
it’s someone else’s turn now
to take my place at this very spot,
and for me to become the lights.
When I think about it, the poem doesn’t have much of a deep meaning, but the way it is written gives it much more of a stage. Point for your writing skills here, rather than thoughts! :D