I am a traveler in a tunnel Minding my steps, Feeling a darkened space. Whistling a tune Down through winds That carry time. This is the way of my current mind, But I fear that I am circling As I dizzy from spinning. Lovers on life’s wheel Find themselves Nauseous yet grinning. As for me, I am bent over in pain From walking forward In this tunnel that is my brain. I find a window and cannot tell if it is spring. This tunnel contains my lack of awareness Which is seemingly never ending And damaging to my thoughts. But at the end I find that I am No longer wrought.