The bridge lies in the middle,
shaking, but still i proceed on.
I try to grip tightly to the railings,
yet i see myself tripping.
It's still a long way ahead,
and never like a piece of cake.
As before the rocks were firm,
yet now it's moving.
Adjusting I thought it was,
till now the answer I haven't found.
Walk on, I thought,
Maybe not, the rock says.
Left out of the circle,
like a person without a shadow.
Looking for something,
that many others take for granted.
I press on, hold on.
Although the inside is bleeding.
Profusely than ever I hope,
that the bridge brings me to my destination.
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