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
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
I need just one of these
So I let it be breath