Trigger Warning
I came to a river filled with lilies
flowering under the bridge,
a bridge to somewhere
from where I am.
I don’t know where I came from
or where I am now,
not really
there’s just the bridge
and the river
and the lilies.
And I don’t know if the bridge is real
or a bridge of dreams
leading nowhere
or a bridge for my dreams,
leading nowhere.
And if I cross over
will I plummet
into the nowhere
on the other side.
Shall I try?
Or shall I stay here
looking at the lilies
looking for my way
hoping to find it.