this bridge is falling down
and just like it was before
it's bad, and I made it recur.
crossed the bridge and it caught my attention,
an ocean, diluting frustration.
so I smashed it down in search of contentment,
I fell down and into the ocean
but now I am wet, shivering wasted
and I recognize my degeneration.
I can see so clearly now
that I'm searching for simplicity.
I can face the problem now.
as I look into the mirror
I don't hate you.

as a crutch when I am dependent,
I reach out and it won't reject me.
like a blanket when you need warmth
it surrounds me but it still feels cold.
I can face the problem now
that I'm searching for felicity.
I can see so clearly now.
when I look into your eyes
I don't hate you.

~gob~