Down the Tunnel Road and Up Again

Shall I write for one last time
The passion that still lasts long
Bestowed with sleeplessness in my lonely nights
I once started a walk down the tunnel road.

The echoes here are more profound
And I am much aware of my own heartbeats
The whispering songs of hidden creatures
And the voices from my memories.

The old times come and go, come and go
Past the only sight I have ever held to
I close my eyes to have a blink more of a relief
A blink more to defend the reality from the truth.

The vivid unexplainable emotions
That jumps up to the height
Shall crave for love and a connect
With my humanly life.