end of the tunnel
I would probably swim to get over to you
when the light flickers, you panic
the end of the tunnel is near
yet there are no exit nor a train
it seem pointless
a distance we should never think about
the wild child, the wild soul, a free spirit
a flash of heat on my face
remind me of the sweet summer lover I had
it was not better than your simple company
will we ever meet?
