It never lasts long enough
and always goes too fast,
life is a tapestry of memories
that slips into the past
we are trespassers
in those days gone by,
we should never linger long,
for here and now
is where the lessons lie
ignore the siren’s song
each breath is
like a silent bridge
we traverse from then to now,
we must learn to
take our steps with faith
without knowing why or how
we step ‘cross these planks
to find all the ways
in which we’re broken
and in all the ways we’re weak,
a vague unrest
propels us forward
on that silent bridge
towards everything we seek
love is the only thing
in this world that’s sacred,
all that’s true and real,
let’s keep stepping ‘cross
these crooked planks together
until we find a way to heal.
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