We walk, side by side, with life.
Not knowing in which direction,
Not sure where it is taking us.
Of which way we have to turn.
We seem to be travelling that bridge,
Far above the waters of Time.
The further we keep crossing,
The narrower that bridge becomes.
What is that destination that awaits us?,
Will we ever reach the other side, in the end?.
That is a question that lays here, unanswered.
As this bridge becomes more uneven, the further we go.
There will come that day when we run out of space,
Where we can go no further on this journey.
We will come to that corner where we are trapped,
There will be no way across that splintered edge.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
We walk, side by side, with life.
Not knowing in which direction,
Not sure where it is taking us.
Of which way we have to turn.
We seem to be travelling that bridge,
Far above the waters of Time.
The further we keep crossing,
The narrower that bridge becomes.
What is that destination that awaits us?,
Will we ever reach the other side, in the end?.
That is a question that lays here, unanswered.
As this bridge becomes more uneven, the further we go.
There will come that day when we run out of space,
Where we can go no further on this journey.
We will come to that corner where we are trapped,
There will be no way across that splintered edge.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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