Bridges
What is there to believe?
I build bridges suspended by hope and trust
That begin eroding the second that I’m done
Every relationship is a race against the clock
Making every moment matter
Until nothing matters anymore
Sometimes the bloodlust becomes too much
So I cut these hands to see what life I have left
And I look at the clock to see what time I’ve wasted
The battle began at birth and I’m losing ground
Minutes and days can only be lost, never gained
Lost into the hazy forgotten land of the past
Where youth rusts into something you don’t recognize
Fuzzy images you have trouble telling apart
Once important people and places lay abandoned
Like the ruins of a long dead civilization
Dilapidated by the continuous assault of time
A constant barrage of cause and effect
Only ending at your ending
What is there to trust?
In the end nothing lasts forever
We’re bullied into believing abstract concepts
Accepting ineffable ideas as truth
All the things we’re taught to want in life
Are indefinable theories biased by those around us
So I strive as everybody strives
Hoping for one chance at the unrealistic ideal
Hoping to reach the top of that perfect pedestal
I wonder how different things look from up there
Can you still see the darkness of depression
Hanging over the lowlands like a low pressure system?
Does the world still look as bleak
As it does when you’re alone on the streets?
What is there to see?
Walk a mile under flickering streetlamps
While headlights scan you in erratic rhythms
Listen to the sounds of the city crying out
A lullaby of car accidents and arguments
Keeping you from ever feeling truly relaxed
Making sure your mind is always ready to run
Paranoia comes immediately while distrust comes in time
All free of charge and courtesy of this fine city
Feel free, but not really, evil lies in wait
Watch the alleys out of the corner of your eyes
See the shadows move as you walk by
The moment you feel comfortable you’re prey
The signs on the street all say the same thing
No parking, no standing, no stopping
So pray you never stop to look around
Because the bridge is collapsing under you
And you’ll need to run if you want to live
2013
