The Bridge To Nowhere

We've been crossing a bridge
for way too long.
And every step we're taking
is just plain wrong.

There's nothing on the other side
that's not right here,
just a fool's perception
of what's unclear.

A fool searches for a pot of gold
always where there is none.
And a bridge to nowhere
is the ultimate run
into a place that doesn't exist,
a place that's never, ever been kissed
by the sun, the moon
or the stars in the sky.
So why, why, why cross that bridge?
You'll only find yourself
hung out to dry.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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