The Tunnel

The tunnel is blinding.

I no longer see,

The reason I'm driving,

Now a mystery.

The lights that are guiding,

Brighter than can be,

I know I'm still driving,

I can feel you breathe.

I hear tires spinning,

The ground must be there,

Still I must keep driving,

Your eyes, they still stare.

My eyes are darkening,

It must be from the light,

Though it gets frightening,

I know the end's in sight.

Though still I keep driving,

And though you must still stare,

My resolve is holding,

For I know you're still there.