the tunnel

           
           
           
              
    like the trains stationed- most days, am i-and a good portion of humankind; numb and void of feeling are far from the same; my eyes still water like drizzle from the rain....          
           
           
    expectations vary-the higher the floor-the more scary; some will be understanding-some will not as to why one doesn't aim for an "acceptable" "score"....          
           
           
  heart still drops at the thought of "death"; that's indeed when things are perceived as nothing left; and it's scary-very scary if that be the case-it hurts at the thought that it could be the final stop....          
           
            
    because everyone's "drive" to hit the tracks aren't exactly the same; everyone doesn't want the whole world to know their name-and to gain status for the currency exchange....or to make a shift in this "life" "game"          
           
   i personally live to slip through the cracks-as to take the least resistance path; hoping for a bearable landing-instead of yet another life "crashed"          
         
in the meantime, seeking ways to relax....          
           
  the tunnel is always the end of the track; the place all life are eventually stationed at....          
           
  the tunnel.