Here I am, nearly 29 metres through the pipe of life,
with perhaps 50 or more obscure metres to go.
That end, where everything gushes – evaporate
into thin, fresh, air, and…
make shapes with the clouds.
But it’s still 50 or more claustrophobic metres away.
If I’m lucky, would I seep through a hole
into the light that guides me home?
It’s still 50 or more metres away,
the natural forces will get me to the end,
It’s slow, but it’s sure.
The bright side is… near?