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.
I think we’re all having a bit of trouble seeing the light right now…
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I like to think it’s just around the bend =)
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