Or is it dark as coal and black as death?

Is this tunnel like a birth canal
Where one   must struggle, find a pathway new.
Or is it dark as coal and black as death
How to tell and how to wisely choose.

There must be instincts guiding us  inside
To show us where to go and what avoid
Always there is risk,uncertainty
Maybe heavy prices to be paid

Life is never clear in its prospect
How to act with  strength and not with greed
Living  in this age of fake and lies
Who to trust , to find what we each need

With the inner eyes, we see the Light
Fall down,worship goodness, end our flight