The Bridge

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My days are no longer dark,
I am out of the tunnels,
Not only can I see how bright it is,
But I can breathe the fresh air too,
It all feels so new, so refreshing,
But I have to find the bridge,

Despite being outside of the tunnels,
I sometimes feel like going back is easier,
I do enjoy the new experiences,
But without getting to the bridge,
I cannot sustain them.
Eventually, I will just slip back.

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But on the other side there it all lies,
Not enough for comfortability,
But enough for basic sustenance,
A way to create a base foundation,
A place to fallback rather
Than falling back to the darkness.

I can feel it so close,
But yet so far,
I am making progress forwards,
But there are days when a state of despondency takes control,
And I can't stop wondering,
How do I keep on missing the bridge?

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The problem seems to be etched deep in my psyche,
Or it is not so complicated,
Maybe my love for complicated is too much,
That I can't help but complicate everything.
Maybe all I need is to just ask for help,
For once in my life, help to the bridge, help to charter my way out of this vast plain I am lost in...

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