at the end of the tunnel there’s always a light
though how bright it looks depends on your view
whether there’s many or few its all up to you
it could be as bright as the sun
and weigh as much as a tonne
illuminate the future that’s sitting in wait
the very bright future that could be your fate
though some their light is not nearly as luminous
a full room lamp that’s only half as voluminous
the utensils and stencils that make up their future
are slightly torn and in need of a suture
and for others still their light might be dimmer
less light than from a stove on a low heat simmer
just their next meal can be seen
and the counter-top nearby, softly gleans
and even others are smaller than a crouton
whose light emitted is less than one photon
barely noticeable but yet it does exist
a single prick of light, a single wisp
but one day, you’ll find your light
and through your wisdom and might
it’ll burn so bright, and increase your sight
and smother all your fright