I drive through a tunnel nearly every day, but it bears little in common with these.
The ones that show how to get to places you didn't know you wanted to go,
And to people you didn't know you wanted to meet,
Right here in this place you thought you had already mastered.
Just looking into these tunnels is to have your familiar world taken apart and put back together,
Abstracting it into a crazy town populated by the ghosts of your friends.
Where the shapes and lights and colors show you new ways to look at your world.
Mastering this strange place, then, becomes your purpose.
Figuring out that this connects to that,
And this takes you there,
And that just in case, there is always a way out,
Or a friendly face,
Or a cowgirl hat surprise.