Thursday, 21 July 2011


I am not the light
At the end of the tunnel,
Just a mirror on the wall:
Just a glimpse of who you really are.
Just a handrail
To keep you standing tall.
I judge and care not
For the judge,
I give some some
And you my all,
But just remember
I am not the palace,
Just the mat
In the entrance hall.

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