Bridge of No Sighs

Coming down to this lost pier Under the bridge of no sighs The bollards not used, no boats moor here Back and forth on the river they ply Carrying tourists, and locals as well To destinations unknown I do not envy them, though cannot tell Which place to I do belong This spatial disorientation Is such an exhausting disorder Dislodged, I offer frustration For the ticket to cross your border I hear the trains clanking buffers Over the bridge they rush through You say there’s no reason to suffer I would love to agree with you.