The bridge with no end behind you lies the dust of fallen paths  clouding your judgment the river of ink calm as the breeze but wild as the beasts who still need to feed the light bubble of imagination flickering notions flooding the mind and then vanishing like the waves of the ocean in the afternoon as you begin to feel like a smart fool
a smart fool with no victories or defeats still swimming in thoughts you see a light with your family and friends smiling they die souls leaving their bodies there is no escape the bridge collapses your feet hang on to nothing your falling in place as people run and stop blurring around you there is no escape from the bridge that is no where