I cross the bridge of happiness and sadness
I see dark waters of my soul resign
I'm on the bed of sanity and madness
My skin as useless as a traffic sign
I plant the tree of loneliness and wisdom
It might improve my skill of waking up
Still what's the point to wake up in prison?
And does it really matter if I stop
I learn the game of chaos and ambition
My school was never meant to be destroyed
Forgiveness is a road to intuition
At least for now while they're employed
I cross the bridge of magnitude and reason
It hurts but it's a proof that I'm alive
The seasons change and I will change my season
And I will love you and in love will thrive
Natasha Romanova
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cross-the-bridge/
