I see a light
so bright and white;
like an insect drawn to the electric trap
and meets its demise,
so am I drawn towards it.
Is this the end of The Road?
The end of my journey?
No, I do not think so!
I won't think so low!
A light can only mean good.
A source of hope,
Something you grope.
There must be something better on the other side
Or shall I meet my demise?
