Poetry

[sweeper]

Bridges


Yesterday's promise is lying today

In pieces, exposed and displayed.

And as you count up the cost of all that you lost,

Was it worth the price that you paid?

Vision's expensive, it's ideas that come cheap;

They tell me you reap what you sow

And when you've chosen the track of no turning back

You're left silently wanting to know...

 When you've burned all your bridges, where do you go?

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