A bridge is always a metaphor
For transformation
For moving on
To something new
For transformation
For moving on
To something new
Marvelling
At the achievements
Of time and millions of men
Dissecting
The possibilities
Of his late arrival
Jazz & blues
And swing and twang
I’ll always remember
When kd sang
She believed.
He lied.
Normally, that would have ended it.
Still, I can’t walk by
I can’t walk away
What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind