The bridge of time
I stand on the bridge of time
And while the passers-by smile,
I smile alone or not at all.
Time steals my moments and my
I struggle through the obstacles
That others seem not to see at all.
And while I struggle in my growing
I cry no tears because I lack reasons
For all my fears.
Although, I do seem lost, not only to
My mirrored reflection, but to the
REST of the world;
LOST to every
Single one that passes me by with a
That is but an illusion to keep
From seeing the true face of terror
That hides within all of us.
And at the end of this bridge, that
All of us must cross, time erases
All the things we have done and
Matters…like it never mattered.
And fear takes hold of our fear, our
And spreads the seeds across the
Where our children must still live.
This then is the fearful question:
WHY MUST WE LIVE?
And this is then its only sibling:
WHY MUST WE LOVE?
Thus, this is then the answer:
TO SEE WHERE WE MAY GO.
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