Matthew Densley - Tunnels

I seach the tunnels underground
So all the lost can now be found
Their scents I sense just like a hound
My ears can hear the smallest sound

But in the dark I cannot see
Just what is near or far to me
The tunnels branch out like a tree
But which one holds catastrophy

I cannot tell I do not know
Which way I am suppose to go
Down here the is no light to show
The route to freedom will be slow

On sound and scent I must rely
No touch or taste to see me by
Nothing to see no use to try
Theres nothing here but them and I

I'll search for them as time will tick
I'll search these tunnels walled in brick
Am I truely apathetic?
Or more likely just pathetic?

I search for them but not myself
I could not care for my own health
I have no freedom have no wealth
I'll fade away and live in stealth






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