Light at end of tunnel
time change,
when something like top is reached,
it takes the right mind,
along for a ride.
feeling like fortunato,
boxed in tight,
plenty of nice thoughts to bide time,
when something like bottom arrived
watch mirrors,
or time will fly.
I think the middle's fine
until it's realized, until it's realized,
that every time we let the light in
bricks get the mortar,
something like bottom is arrived.