A passageway...

A corridor ever made me sad, worried...I saw a light, though.
A light of hope was someone you loved, It was not easy...
a long passageway where I was
...indecisive, uncertain.

I am simple as is my writing,
you would recognise or think about,
life to death...
We are dying, one day, we all are.
As a piece of news comes close, and that we be aware of,
the existence of love,
...as we are...
It is not easy...as I see a light, though, at the end of the corridor
where I am made me sad, worried...I am starting to think twice.
I am simple as being at the edge of death.
We are dying!
As there is existence of love, I am alive.
Thanks for giving me a time...
since yu re ok n i'm ok.