Onward to the middle of nowhere,
something out of a dream,
coaxing out the battered soul,
its time to reconvene.
The past is holding steady,
but the future is going strong,
this in-between is ready,
for life to carry on.
Time to tie it together,
or slowly watch it burn,
either way a decision is needed,
for another lesson to be learnt.
Goodbye to the way of the world,
that hold’s so much down,
rise above the watery grave,
it’s no time to drown.
The bridge is muddled with good intentions,
and things that are left unsaid,
it’s time to keep moving onward,
leave the resting to the dead.
By: C.A. Gallinger