I have crossed the Ever After Bridge many times before
It wasn’t in the spiritual, but the fleshy body I can’t ignore
But on this specific trip
The bridge span had a very deep dip
One wrong time and one could slip
But I was on this bus
It was the multitudes that derive in us
As the bus climbed on the high span on the bridge
It seemed like the entire span was a ridge
Well as the bus approached the bridge bend
It seemed like this was the end
This is when
The end part was extending down to the water
This was the exact sequence order
That means the bus would have to surface in order to float
Yet the bus was a land vehicle and not a boat
It was my expression in hesitate
Then later thinking my life would no longer relate
I was now in a panic state
My life would have to come to believe
This is for me to see the evidence in receive
The bus started moving within the water
I thought the bus might just sink
But it was only my thought of think
Despite the buses weight
My life began to have assurance even to this date
The Ever After Bridge being a remembrance in the slate
A remainder that obvious is never too late
It is all about believing in becoming participate.