No light (at the end of the tunnel)

It never stops, does it? You just have to keep going and trying and reaching for that nothing you are never going to get to. There is no rest. No stepping out for breath. That is just it, all there is, all there has ever been, all there will ever be.

To go on, keep walking. Fall and crawl your way back up until you trip again and fight to get a grip on something just firm enough. There's no final reward, just small hints of mirages that trick you one more day, one more year, into thinking some day there might be something else that'll make everything worth it.

It drops. And just when you are about almost dried up, it starts dropping again. But just a little. It just drops, it never flows.

And it never will.