Light at end of tunnel   time change,   when something like top is reached,   it takes the right mind,   along for a ride.   feeling like fortunato,   boxed in tight,   plenty of nice thoughts to bide time,    when something like bottom arrived   watch mirrors,   or time will fly.   I think the middle's fine   until it's realized, until it's realized,   that every time we let the light in   bricks get the mortar,   something like bottom is arrived.