I'm walking in this tunnel, it's been long,
I can't remember when there was light,
I've been walking alone, it feels wrong
I vaguely remember a torch, before I got short-sight
it's cloudy, I see only one far away star,
but I'm a black sheep, how can it be the shepherd,
rainy days, even when it's sunny, feel trap in a jar,
no bird to feed my thirst, me the leopard
do you see the odd, or am I bound to my misery,
need a hobby, need a passion, to revive the flame
I'm connecting to my poetry, that's my bravery
but I'm too lazy, this is quite lame
are my eyes closed, did I turn my back?
how come, can't see the light, how come it is all black?