What do you do
When the light at the end
Of the tunnel goes dark?
What do you do
When the promise of a new day
Is broken?
Who do you turn to
When you refuse to let
Anyone else help?
How can you live
Without thinking about
How not to die?
How can you possibly
Hope to fit in and belong
And set yourself above the masses?
Can you live for today
Without needing to hope for tomorrow
Without fearing a repeat of yesterday?
Can you be secure in change?
Can you live after death after death?
How many trials must I face
Before I can reap the rewards
And breathe my long overdue sigh of relief?
What do you do
When the light of happiness
In your soul goes dark?
What do you do
When the promise of survival
Is broken?
Who do you turn to
When it's too late to ask
For anyone else's help?

--Peter Johnson, 1997