Cross The Bridge While It Stands

Seemingly over time the unanswered pleas have resonated in all of our dreams,

Manifesting chilling nightmares graphic enough to interrupt any depth of sleep,

Awaken with unease, a side affect from existing in a reality counting on relief,

The cure is abandoning limitations and by doing exactly what our Earth needs.

Well considered strikes are brilliantly executed in the shadows of night,

They’re genuinely intended to open up many pockets of welcomed light,

Love is mirrored, bleak skies of a dark age clear as our vision gets bright,

Push on and witness the children of a new dawn sustain a natural delight.

Often I wonder, who else out there has seen an upcoming fork in the road,

To the right is a continuation of a golden path, an existing diseased toad,

Off to the left is a burning bridge, our very last chance to make it home,

Watch it fade if you’re certain you choose to remain in this dead end zone.

We can disagree with what was, but history itself can never actually be changed,

Mistakes must be accepted for flaws to be tweaked and ideals to be rearranged,

This is a suggestion to cross over to the other side, better do it while there’s time,

Heal the infected wounds left untreated in order to leave a tragic past far behind.