Crossing That Bridge
In my own little world, I drift with the tide,
not taking great risks. Could I ever commit
to traveling over to the other side?
I’ll be crossing that bridge when I come to it.
Big dreams, my soul’s fire, have become rather small.
But what if my long-ago dreams were re-lit?
In going for them, could I sacrifice all?
I’ll be crossing that bridge when I come to it.
My future’s uncertain; I only can know
I have to keep moving somehow; I can’t quit.
When the water of life is ceasing to flow. . .
I’ll be crossing that bridge when I come to it.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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