Cinemaddiction
I felt compelled to write another piece, I may just start my own thread, as this is becoming common. Here it is:
"The Walkway of Uncertainty"
We'll speak in passing, words are exchanged, but not what we want to say
Crossing a bridge so warped, having weathered this same storm before
Slats missing, those of trust and tolerance, that of love has begun to warp
The rope that served as railing, having snapped long, long ago, decayed
A mote once containing a drinksworth of that which made us one, draining
In its place, this two faced enigma, treading water, unsure of even itself
The furthur along the arch we walk, the more violent the swaying becomes
Where we looked for balance and stability, there's dead air, a gap, a void
You've crossed, there's kerosene and a lighter, beside it, a stack of wood
I make my way, leveled with a scroll of past indiscretions, and some rope
You question its integrity, having come this far, burning this bridge, not likely
My redemption seems at hand again, elated and puzzled, I become uneasy
With an empty glaze, it hits me..I'm one slat short of ever crossing again....
"The Walkway of Uncertainty"
We'll speak in passing, words are exchanged, but not what we want to say
Crossing a bridge so warped, having weathered this same storm before
Slats missing, those of trust and tolerance, that of love has begun to warp
The rope that served as railing, having snapped long, long ago, decayed
A mote once containing a drinksworth of that which made us one, draining
In its place, this two faced enigma, treading water, unsure of even itself
The furthur along the arch we walk, the more violent the swaying becomes
Where we looked for balance and stability, there's dead air, a gap, a void
You've crossed, there's kerosene and a lighter, beside it, a stack of wood
I make my way, leveled with a scroll of past indiscretions, and some rope
You question its integrity, having come this far, burning this bridge, not likely
My redemption seems at hand again, elated and puzzled, I become uneasy
With an empty glaze, it hits me..I'm one slat short of ever crossing again....
