A Glimpse of Light
The world with a repeating loop of days
As we are captured in a trifling cage
The world with course of weary sight of days
I call it a long, dark tunnel of rage
The world is asking for new ways of life
We endeavour, yet we are far away
The world made us forgot a sense of old life
Enough exhaustion and the days of gray
Then hope, continuously people summoned
Resulted us seeing small glimpse of light
Since days sequenced the pitch-black tunnel world
It was most luminous, welcoming light
Yet reaching to that light is far away
Another long tunnel is in the way
John Tae is a 16-year-old student living in Toronto, Canada, who is originally from Seoul, South Korea. Last two summers, he has volunteered in the Evergreen Farmers Market. In his spare time he writes pandemic journals and plays golf.