a light at the end of the tunnel

our paths cross
and sometimes get tied up
in knots
and sometimes in bows
and problems
and problems with the present
we have so many lines
that lead us in different directions
that we forget
where we are supposed to go
or that we’re not supposed to go anywhere
i am here
for better or worse
and you are there
in the distance
far enough
that i can’t quite tell how to get there
close enough
that it makes me want to try

and i wonder
whether your light is lit
as a caution
of what may be below the surface
if i get too close
or if it is shining
to show me the way home


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