What Tunnel, What Light?

everyone says it,
in the sephulchure of moments,
within their enclaves,
these slaves,
bound by hope -
staring forward,
seeking, looking-
hoping for that light,
to end their miserable plight!

it's different inside here,
nothing again is clear,
before-
all this was crystal!

like a long, straight...
abandoned alley in the city,
a memory maybe...
of some poets analogy-
or washed out dreams in the dark!

over there see!
a light at the end,
a light at the end?
look, see...

getting brighter,
becoming bigger,
still stuck
still looking,
soon there will be...
nothing,
it's a train,
about to wreck!

what tunnel, what light?

they lied!
this here where,
we are at, it is it

that over there is gone!
only you now!