They say, “Hope is the bridge

Between despair and joy,”

But what would happen if

The bridges start to fall?

They say when you come to

A bridge, you should cross it,

But I grew up hearing

A different saying.

It was, “We’ll burn that bridge

Whenever we get there.”

So I burned all of mine,

Every last one of them.

If there’s nothing left now,

It’s probably my fault.

I know I can’t fix it,

All the damage I caused.