The Dream / The Nightmare



 The same dream still haunts me: a path, rails to constrain, an endless tunnel of somewhere to nowhere. I see it even now, as the darkness fades in gradients of gloom. One day I shall walk that path and enter the light I know to shine beyond its narrow aisle. One day I shall wake to a world beyond the tunnel, beyond the shrouding of sleep. Or one day, I shall never wake at all.