Burnt All My Bridges - Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS
As I look back on all the things
That I did just on a whim,
I have left myself no bridges to cross
So I must either sink or swim.
I should have kept all the things that mattered
For now I am left here in the mire,
Looking for another bridge to cross
But now all my bridges are all on fire.
Losing all my options
And all the choices that I should have kept,
Just when I thought I had made it
I faltered at every step.
Keeping my head above the water
Swimming against the tide,
Wishing that I had your love
Just to get me to the other side.
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