We've searched our heads, for things to make us sick. Rebuild a severed bridge, to cross and reminisce. I feel it sway, and stress beneath my weight. Oh, how we've grown, since last I saw this place.

So now stand upon the bridge between our lives and what we've lived, thinking back to when we first $$#embled it.


We're not depressed, just letting our hearts catch their breath. With a half a lifetime tucked away, within a gently rattled brain. It's easy to get to turned around, retracing steps you never took. The branches would be stronger now, not even axes can cut through knotted wood.


So now stand upon the bridge between our lives and what we've lived, thinking back to when we first $$#embled it.

I hope we never burn this bridge although we'll soon lose sight of it, comfort leads to fading luster before long.