My apologies for the poor reception.
A winding stretch of darkness
has enveloped me whole.

No, I can’t see the light at the end.
No, I can’t speak for the others.
No, I can’t hear a thing.

But I’m still on the tracks.
I can feel the passing sleepers,
their assuring rumble beneath.

Let’s just say,
I’m going through a tunnel,
and I’ll be with you soon.