BRIDGE
This bridge is helb by strings,
attached at the core of many things,
there are no locks nor a door not even a hinge,
an imaginary obstacle created with the unique power to connect people to link,
I walk upon this path driven to seek the importance of love around the globe,
on this journey of mine I venture I walk with knowing that I carry hope,
my soulmate is yet unsure of this bridge,
I yet am unsure if she lives or shes dead,
sometimes I begin to think maybe im not normal,
I talk with faith and honesty maybe im not so formal,
I carry secrets hidden beneath the core,
maybe im not attractive I bring boredom,
maybe im not that guy which the crowd defines as normal,
my lord im appealed as a useless man torn apart to shred,
im probably doing this carrying by my side a piece of bread,
this imaginary bridge is being held for a purpose,
im leaving behind dilated pupils and entering a new orbit,
on the other side lays much more facinated souls in the search of perfection,
a naive man yet tells me its all about bringiing affection,
somtimes this life of mine seems like a story of fiction,
seems lke I have been striked with a venemous injection,
sometimes I thnk this bridge will collapse and fall to ashes,
only then will they consider it to be massive,
persuaded by the thought of differenciating between good and bad,
step by step I walk forth driven with fear looking back,
those dilated puplis glare and mourn in anger wanting me to come back,
but it seems not to worry me anymore I walk this bridge to seek answers,
I live this life of mine on a dead end bridge in the search of of adventure.
THIS THIS
BRIDGE BRIDGE
COULD COULD
BE BE
YOU YOU
ME ME
GOD BLESS US ALL...