Dead To Me Fear

A babbling brook I bridge A foot on either side Hovering over my reflection in the middle My fishing rod cast aside My hunger ever slowly subsiding As breath and notice overcome me I am as at 1 with what is placed before me But here I simply can not remain Truth be told I must return To bridge's I have burnt beyond this forest To reside between the concrete crack's I fear so much to leave behind A simple life though I could choose I can barely walk a day in my own shoes And escape my shadow Nor climb a single step ladder No, if anything this has taught me The outside world is dead to me The last living century Under which contemporary troubled water falter Creating the need to build a bridge to overcome me