Life is like a bridge.
It can be rocky.
It can be smooth.
It can be bountifull.
It can be crude.
Life is like a bridge.
Some cross it.
And for others it bends,
it may shake and lose a view pieces,
but it still sturdy and of "high end",
it does that for most people eccept for you and me,
the thing is ours burning where no one can see,
our bridge forever engulfed in a never ending blaze,
it's rotting with pieces being chipped off every few days,
"poor some water on it that'll put it out"
but little do they know it'll blossom more as it was only a sprout,
it'll grow so big it'll consume the scaffolds,
until all that's left is despair and sorrow.





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