life, poetry

Tunnel Vision

It’s funny how

You get tunnel vision

How you get

That feeling that you can’t do anything else but

Trying to get that thing

At the end of the tunnel

And once you get there

You wonder

Am I supposed to be here?

Should I go back?

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