because I'm a poet and I didnt even know it.

They speak of a light,
At the end of this never ending tunnel,
A light bright enough to comfort both me and you,
 Too bad we're blinded by its darkness,
 Unable, to make our way through.

You take hold of my hand,
 And we make our way into the unknown,
Make our way out in front,
 And then suddenly the wind that blows long and hard,
 Catches hold of you flies you across,
 Leaving me behind, with the wind,
That refuses to surpass.

 This is the wind of change they tell me,
 Yet I refuse to move,
 I liked the way things were before,
When it was just me and you.

 I throw my hands frantically, disturbing the wind that blows,
 You have taken enough! I say,
 Did you not hear?
 I liked the way things were before,
I liked it better when it was just me and you.

 Helpless, I throw my hands out into nothingness once more.
 This time, I try to grasp any of you that might remain,
I try to catch hold of the love between us,
Of the love that was slain.

 Stop it now you hungry beast!
 Why must you disturb this tree?
Go blow elsewhere, yeah?
 Go away now, at least.

 Finally, a sound reaches me,
 It comes from the wind that blows long and hard,
 It comes from the wind,
 From the wind that blew you across.

 Change is Inevitable, its voice deep yet sweet,
 All good things must come to an end!
 Nothing lasts forever, isn't that what they say?
 And with that it parts,
 Leaving once again, everything, stagnant still.

 It leaves me  with a note which read:
 This is not the end my friend,
 For the journey through that tunnel,
 It is now that it begins.