The Bridge

We are all burning bridges, struck by the lightening and terrified of the thunder.
We find our way over, we find our way under.
We feel the gains, we feel the loss.
The truth is we already know the cross.
We've lived the nightmare, woken in the dream,
walked the line inbetween.
Petrified people close their eyes and pretend they are sleeping,
see themselves doing this and spend lifetimes weeping.
Whether buried or blatant it is always the rage
that burns the book instead of turning the page.
If you're full of wonder, full of fear
and all inbetween then it means you are here!

J.E.P Wilson