The Bridge We Cross

The bridge we cross, the great divide.

How to get there, on the other side.

So many road blocks, too many signs.

Do we know where to go, the place can we find?

So many distractions, with a world so fast.

To concentrate on the place, the place that can last.

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Written Sept. 1 2005.

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