Josh Hedge Photography
"Down the white corridor,
Floating on a Winters breeze,
What is it you are thinking of?
Is it happy or is it sad?
At the end of the tunnel,
A flicker of light, a soul stands alone,
What is it you feel?
Is it exciting or is it limping?
When you pass the crossing of time,
A kiss from death, soft, what is it you now see?
Is it what you wished for,
Or is it simply what you were given?
As you look back upon the reflection of your life,
With eyes curious upon the portrait painted,
Was it who you truly are,
Or simply, who they told you to be?"