As i start chasing, running into the night sky.
I find a feeling, something, to good to let slide.
Realizing I'm now reaching the end.
I come to a bridge, its broken and bent.
It has scars, rust forming on the sides.
What does this mean, was this my life?
I think about everything i did.
I simply wonder, how, why not this.
I walk up to the bridge, and touch the broken step.
It burns many layers on my finger tips
A rose lyes on the other side.
So beautiful, yet, its not mine.
I try to reach, go across the bridge.
But the one step i took it started caving in.
I jump back. realizing that this was everything my life had been.
I proceed and take one step on the bridge, and began to fall.
I open my eyes, the rose is in my hand.
I see my best friend who had died when we were 10.