the bridge

you wake up in
the morning, pack
a bag and start
driving. your life
is in front of you.
your life is behind
you. there is nothing
to stop you from
taking any road,
to go anywhere,
and yet, you only
get as far the bridge.
what's keeping you
here, what's
keeping you from
somewhere else? you
don't know, it's
so hard to understand
what lies we tell
ourselves to play
it safe, to keep
us from crossing
over to where we
need to be.