Dead to the world I pondered,
Worried over my fate,
Dreamed of hope.
All my life seemed caved in,
My desires for the outward path frustrated,
Hopes for a tunnel to her heart collapsed.
Buried deep within the earth,
I considered my navel,
Discovering the meaning to life
Was clogged with dirt,
Unwashed since the great collapse.
I remembered a close friend telling me:
"One day some girl'll think you're the cat's whiskers!"
What happens when the cat wants his whiskers back?
I also consider this possibility.
Then somehow the change took place
- the hoped-for, unexpected,
long-awaited change
- I could see again!
light at the end of the tunnel!
I am saved!
There is hope!
I eagerly dash forward,
thirsting for the light,
my dried-out eyes weep for sheer joy,
as it moves towards me,
as if in greeting ...