Sometimes a bridge is just a bridge
A road or a path to cross
Sometimes a bridge is metaphorical
For what we have to gain or what in our life is a loss
No matter if this bridge is real
Or only exists in your mind
Standing at a crossroads, can leave you in a bind
A bridge is a connection
A road from here to there
Some go across and don’t give a care
Others are more hesitant
Wondering what’s on the other side
Staying put often seems like a good place to hide
What are we looking for
On the other side of yonder?
That is a thought that everyone must ponder
Is crossing over taking a risk
Or is it running away?
Depends on what you’re running to
Or from, is what some might say
Perhaps the bridge is an obstacle
Haphazardly thrown into your path
What do we do when these things come?
Do we cry or do we laugh?
Much like life is this bridge
And all it represents
Do we stay or do we cross
When we battle discontent
But a bridge in all its glory
Can still be just a bridge
Connecting one from here to there
If even by just a smidge
A bridge needs stability,
To be structurally sound,
An anchor securely in place
No danger to be found
Across any body of water
Some small, some really great
Over highways and railroad tracks
Can lead you to your fate
Are we securely anchored and stable?
Are we structurally sound?
Or are we lost souls
Waiting to be found
So, whether you need to cross a bridge
Be it real or just pretend
Your story isn’t over
The bridge is not the end
Maybe it’s a beginning
A start to something new
Whatever it is in this life
Relax, take in the view
Of the beauty of this structure
It really is quite a sight
Adorning most cityscapes
Lighting up the night.