Every bridge I cross, brings me
closer,
To the answer I am seeking.
I am quickly moving into the
future.
The past I am leaving behind.
I refuse to look back anymore.
I am the gardner, who will keep
The weeds out of my mind.
My future beckons me,
Come and enjoy the day.
(c) copyright heather burns 2009
And I am moving on. The future is calling.