The light

I´ve seen the light:
in the end of the tunnel,
in the breaking dawn,
in people´s eyes

I´ve seen the light
and it looks just like you

You, when you sleep
You, when you wake up
You, when you laugh

I knew what light was
or that´s what I thought

Never knew that it would be like you
Is it even possible
that a person remains immaterial?

Very, very funny piece.