Always in a rush!
Batton and the bait !
Slowly steadily in,
Grounded in debate .

Thinking and believing ,
Hoping in the dark.
Thought that I was a raven,
Thought that I could bark .

The tunnel seems farther ,
Mother's cry at night .
Tears I seldome hide ,
Revealed upon the eyes.

Now a longing soul ,
Now Alas i fly.
The light beams within me .
The Tunnel Brighter Still.


Many said the light was o'er the end ,
Hesistent , yet the end of the wait,
is by the light within.

Now my soul is enlivened .
No tunnel exist,
when light is birth within.
© ikeora chuka