The Tunnel Is Brighter At The End
Walking in the haze of fractured memories.
In the mists of dreams depleted of energy.
Little to see or even hope for.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
All is a gate that swings one way.
The way is out. I cannot stay.
All hopes are ripping at the seams.
The final result seems very mean.
The heart feels like rubber ball.
Bouncing here and there before it falls.
The breakups come. The hurt continues.
I wonder what is next on the menu?
Is there an energy drink that will work?
Make you feel great with just a little squirt?
Maybe a pill that will work that way?
Make you feel better if taken the next day?
Just stagger on your miserable way.
Don’t ever plan on coming back to stay.
Get on down to Lonely Street.
Heartbreak Hotel has the room you seek.
Your life is at an all time low.
There is nowhere else to go.
Just learn to roll with the blow.
Change your name to Joe Schmo
Then, a girl catches your eye.
Should you give it one more try?
She smiles as she looks your way.
Put those blues off till another day.
This might be the one that works.
Now wouldn’t that be a funny quirk?
You’ve been trodden down like a rug.
Now it may be your turn to be smug.
Things can’t get worse than they are.
Offer her a ride in your car.
She looks like she could use a lift.
You can ask. She won’t get miffed.
Thinking back on those memories.
All my dreams now have energy.
There is so much now to hope for.
I don’t want to cry anymore.
——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)
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