In the tunnel of self I'm awakened as me,
No starting nor end has this tunnel, I see;
Through labyrinth corridors, nameless in time,
I'm twisting and turning, my face just to find.
The mirrored walls cascading, surrounding my form,
They all show the same thing, not where I was born,
For there is no beginning, from here where I stand-
And no answer to riddles, of what is a man?
In the tunnel of self, we're all traveling alone,
And singing one life is the theme of each song,
And all fellow travelers, their own tunnels reside;
Each song immutable- to the one lives inside.
Yes, Patti Masterman, but we have to keep our songs as melodious as possible, so our fellow travelers may enjoy our company by saying that we are brilliant, perfect and sometimes they give us 10 marks as I do! !
this is my new favorite out of what i've read of u so far. i can't say i'm surprised because your like f-in magnificent. and u give it away for free! your an inspiration
Brilliant poem Patti, very well written and rhymed. Guess we are all in a tunnel of our own making and from which we long to escape.
My kind of poem, I love this whole thing of time space and what we really are, and if time travel is already alive and well, (so to speak) A really fantastic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one, Patti. deep reflection on self and others.