Tunnel Of Light

They say there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Well, there might be some trouble in sight.

I'm in a bubble of night and there's enough struggle to humble the fight.

I don't know why you want me in a puddle of spite when I just wanted to juggle my pride.

Lost in the jungle, I'm tired.

I got the opposite of inspired.

Constant optimist expired.

Was it monsters with promises to go higher?

Or objects off in my mind when I desire a conscious process to to go higher.