Bridges

You go on the blue one,
And I’ll go on the red one.

We all started this journey
In our separate little cars
Going onto small white bridges.

Then we moved onto different ones,
Slightly bigger then the last one,
And all of us met, and joined.

But now, we all have to get off the bus,
And go back into our own little cars,
So we can go hop onto the next bridge,
And meet and join other people.

It pains me to have to move away,
I’ll miss you all so very much.

We all want to move on,
So that we can go to the bridge of gold,
Not the black one (that’s falling apart).

So we all move on,
Down our different roads,
But I know, in the end,
We’ll all meet again.

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...dear lord i AM sick...

yes, this sucks, oh well, BLAME LE FLU!!!