At the end of life
There often comes
A tale familiar
A lighted passage
A tunnel to another side
Repeated again and again
Some might think it else
Final impulses enerving
The last signs of life
But weight another option
That peers out long ago
A lasting impression so
Reversion of life's origin
Stimuli beyond a dark world
Confined and captured
In warm world, rhythmatic
A uterine tunnel to light
Leaving lasting misconception
An event so long past
Returns in an instant
As if to sweep up the days
And gather the bits left round
A summation swiftly seen
Upon a journey's conclusion
A light at the end of the tunnel
The passage from the captive womb
The first sign of light in life
Its lasting impression made
And the reversion to our origin
Discovered in misconception