Yours

I’m mining a tunnel

Where to I don’t know

Maybe next I’ll build a bridge

But until then I am mining a tunnel

As I mine I begin to wonder

What will become of this?

I mine, and I mine, and I mine as I ponder

Should I be worried that this mine of mine will go under?

 

I’m mining a tunnel

And I notice that it’s growing darker

I begin to worry that I’ll hit a minefield

Will this mine of mine soon cease to be mine?

 

I’m mining a tunnel

I begin to panic

The walls start to shake

 

I’m mining a tunnel

I’m pressed flatter into the dirt

 

I’m mining a tunnel

And I think I’m screaming

But no one else is around

So I’m not sure

 

I’m mining a tunnel

Until I’m no longer mining a tunnel

 

 

I’m mining a tunnel

When I wake I’m lost

Until I realize I am still in my mine

 

I’m mining a tunnel

But it is no longer mine to mine

 

I’m mining a tunnel

One of those landmines had hit hard

 

I’m mining a tunnel

But this time it’s different

I’m no longer mining to mine

I’m mining with a purpose

 

I’m mining a tunnel

With a need to be free

 

I’m mining a tunnel

When the dark is no longer so dark

 

I’m mining a tunnel

And scratch the surface

And I finally breathe a breath that is all mine

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