When it began,it was fun,it was a nervous burn.
The thrilling speed,the obstructive reeds,this is now our seed.
Look at it well,watch it swell,
hear the birth bell.
You took him and left,my heart wields a cleft, I feel so daft.
Where shall I begin,will I need fins,or metallic wings?
Should I use the phone,or go to your fathers home,can I do this alone?
I'm done with the menta-miles.
I see you,him and her!
At the other end of the bridge of life.
Time is the string between the two of them.
I can't step forward,my heart is struck hard,their age gap is awkward.
I want to turn and run,that's a cowardly plan,I opt to take the burn.
We step on the thoughts and meet midway across the bridge.
Embracing you all with loads of love.
I hyperventilate and collapse so does the distance.
By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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