Worry not for the bridges you have burned
For they are merely lessons to be learned
If it comes to such a day
That you find the charred remains
And on the side that you can not reach
Looks to be a newly born beach
Prepare now for the lot of time
A new bridge you must design

The fact that there is an is, is what really is.

Mans craftsmanship is to be truly adored
When one feels the weight of a heavy wooden door

Black
Gold
And very little light
It brings a feeling
Of a time before I
When polite
Was normal

So suddenly
It was no longer
No longer about me
None of my personal griefs
None of my self pity
Not about thee
It was about he
Or she
Whom lay so selflessly
There
For me to see

A bird lay
In the lawn
MY lawn
Nearing to be gone
For it would have never seen dawn
As the cats play
And look for prey
I would not let it be gone to they
It is times like this
That make a godless man
Wish to pray

Down to the last
Burning in my hand
It soon shall be past

Smoke
Harsh
But smooth
Somewhat clashing
With my mood

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I need people
The kind i'm not used to
Ones who make me feel
The opposite of blue
I have not one
I have two

Both named nick
Whom I did not pick
Around they chose to stick

I am lucky
And grateful for these two
They make me feel
Less than blue

So many deer
All with a common fear
A fear
Of me