Half of my life.
There is a bridge. Starts with me. Ends with me. Goes from here. To nowhere. Half of my life. I used to cross it. No more now. It stills stands. A majestic bridge. Almost forgotten. Almost collapsing. Almost. A glimpse to the old ways. Looking back. At me.
Half of my life.
There is a bridge. Starts with me. Ends with me. Goes from here. To nowhere. Half of my life. I used to cross it. No more now. It stills stands. A majestic bridge. Almost forgotten. Almost collapsing. Almost. A glimpse to the old ways. Looking back. At me.
