the drive

January 1, 1990

another day
turns into night
and for me
at the end of the tunnel
there is no light
i continue to drive down it endlessly
because one day
there will be light
at the end for me.
i remember all the times i’ve driven
down it before,
wishing,
hoping,
wanting
for it to last a while more.
there is nothing like driving
through the tunnel
without destination
the uncertainty sets my heart on fire,
yet yields in desperation
i start to drive
faster and faster
with the light in sight,
and as i get closer and closer
the light starts to dim
instead of getting bright…
once again my journey
has turned into disappointment,
but without the drive
my life would never see a happy moment