I’m lost in a tunnel,
and I can’t find my way out
They’re telling me to turn right,
but then they’re telling me to turn left,
but then they’re also telling me to keep moving forward
Why must this be so difficult?
Why must this make me feel so feared of what awaits ahead of me?
Why must I question myself constantly?
Why must I contemplate everything?
I’m asking myself these questions with “Why?”,
but hoping that no one expects me to answer my own questions at hand,
but also hoping for someone to put my head at ease and answer them for me
Looking for help, but there seems to be none around.
It's as silent and as dark as can be
I can feel my hopelessness, but I can’t see it
I can’t find the pulchritude within my hopelessness either
I can breathe it in, but I can’t exhale it
I can write it down, but I can’t erase it
I can be awed by it, but I can’t be adored by it
Some see change, but I feel locked away bleakness all the time
The kind of bleakness that most do experience; no doubt about that,
but the kind of bleakness that can be put into my own absolute words,
the kind of words that leave me with this vinegary taste after being said
The taste is dreadful, but it draws me in every single time
I’m a yen for my own tribulation
“Runaway” they tell me, “Runaway from it all; you can do that,
you can do that without taking the fall,
taking the fall for what you feel, for how you heal, and even
for the time that you’ve killed...”
Standing there in the cold darkness,
I then realized that I could hear my own echo
I echoed for someone to come, but no response
I echoed for someone to come and find me,
but once again, no response
I then came to a new realization,
no one was coming to find me
No one was looking to save me from
my own pit of agony
No one was looking to change my upside-down world
to a world that made sense
No one has the answers for me,
but does that mean that I have the answers for myself?
Does that mean that I’m looking to save myself from my own pit of agony?
Does that mean that I’m looking to change my upside-down world to a world that makes sense?
Does it truly mean that I have the answers for myself?
I’m testing myself,
I’m testing my mind, my soul, and my spiritual well-being
But, how can one be tested if they don’t even know who they really are?
I know, some may say, “You’re testing yourself right now just by asking
that question Athena.”
But no, I am not.
I’m just trying to make sense of it all
I’m just trying to put the puzzle pieces back together
I’m just trying to find myself in this little,
yet very gigantic place that us human beings call ‘Life’
I’m lost in a tunnel,
and I can’t find my way out
I’m telling myself to turn right,
but then I’m telling myself to turn left,
but then I’m also telling myself to keep moving forward
I know that whichever way that I do choose to go,
that there will be people waiting, or even something or someone waiting for my arrival.
It’s all up to me to decide whether I’m vigorous
enough to keep finding my way through it all
So, I leave you with this question
You’re lost in a tunnel,
and you can’t find your way out,
You’re telling yourself to turn right,
but then you’re telling yourself to turn left,
but then you’re also telling yourself to keep moving forward
Tell me, which way would you choose?
