Light at the end of the tunnel

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, Fading…flickering…teasing… Arms outstretched, as far as they go. Body leaning forward, uncomfortably so. Contorted in sweaty browed conviction, My soul aching for the sweet relief of clarity. Onwards…onwards… And yet there it remains, just out of reach. It bekons me forward, forward It needn’t, I have…

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