You will pass through the darkness
cars approach you
and pass
cars sneak up on you
and pass
and you pass
through
the dark tunnel
your shadow cast
on the wall that sidles you
and with each step, the shadow appears again
in front of you
and with each step
you pass your shadow
only to be confronted with one more shadow
again and again.

The cars humm
birthing a crying wind
that screams at you
gathers itself
and swirls
throughout the tunnel
a Tornado
throwing situations at you
bringing complications to you
implicating you
in complicated situations
and you walk You must pass through.

There is no yellow wood in this tunnel
just your shadows
unconcerned power cars
wind
Frosty cement brick
and Darkness.

There are no forks in the tunnel
just successive paths
and you choose
not how to travel
but whether to travel.

You may turn back
to the easy breezy path you were on
and wonder forever among your indifference
where transfer would have taken you.

You may stay put
at this crossroads
be swept up by the wind
and carried away.
You may advance,
face the cars
push through the wind
surpass your shadow
and search
for the light.
There is no fork;
the well-traveled path
precedes
the crossroads
that you may prowl through
until you surface.

Cherish the epiphany
that lights the end of the tunnel
for soon inspiration will call
you will go searching again
lost
but to find
a road even less traveled
and you will try to cross
and you will pass
until the day that is your ass
when you cannot face the wind
when you turn away from inspiration
when you are incapable of advance
impotent.

You may stay put
and be carried away in vein of Jimi Hendrix

You may turn back
and never reach the height again

When you can not advance is the end
of living
but some stay alive just the same.