In the world of MAYBEs and IFs
Life is grey
But for bridges like me
It’s either this side or across
A suicide or a dive
Kill or die
Danger lurks in the middle
Hanging by the thread
Like love and promises.
All dried up last winter
There is no river beneath me
With merely a plain piece of abyss
The longer as I stare at it
It glances back at me in peace.
Happy enough to carry people to their destiny
Sad enough to not have one of my own.
I am a bridge in pain.
Ready as they decide coming back
To be wrecked all over again.
