LIGHT AT THE END

THE  LIGHT AT THE END

There is a light far away

Light at the end of the tunnel

I wait in the winding queue

Looking at the light at the end

The cave is dark and dusty

Every step is a strained struggle

There are many ahead of me

But I cannot count, how many

Though the queue keeps moving

Still no one knows the speed

Ignorant of my position in the line

Or when will I reach the lighted end

Moving among all this uncertainty

I collect, money, pride, ego and many

Knowing, all this will be nothing, but dust

When I finally reach the end, the light.