a bridge away
i often go
to a place of escape.
not far away from,
my worries and stress.
but relief is but
a bridge away.
into a world filled
of magic and bliss.
i often go to
my place of escape.
not far away from,
my worries and stress.
but relief is but
a bridge away.
lulling me from,
the real of my life.
one day I stopped
going to my special place.
because I was told,
magic doesn’t exist.
but relief is but
a sleep away.
taking me from,
the pain of my life.
one day I stopped
believing in my dreams.
because I was told,
they couldn’t be achieved.
i can’t find relief-
i can’t find a light-
i can’t find a purpose-
in this thing I call my life.