A rhapsodic way of saying stuck in the middle; that was my first impression when I first heard the line. And the logical thing to do is to keep moving. Grow the distance from one end, in order to get closer to the other.
Or, could it be?
What if you didn't start from one end, but somewhere in the middle? And, what if you didn't know how you got there, or, which end you were making your journey towards? What if you haven't been travelling in any one direction all this while, but back-&-forth and forth-&-back - vacillating - undecided on which end out you want to choose? What if this isn't about that one precise preordained moment of being in the middle, after all, but of all of the journey? And, what if, just when you pause to consider this, the tunnel is altering and you will always be just as far in as you'll ever be out.
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